Jimin:

Saturday. My feet thud against the treadmill. I flick the switch to a faster setting and pick up my pace.
Maybe I can meet my goal today.

The lead of my headphones swings from side to side feeding an upbeat, fast tempo song into my ears. I focus on my breathing - in, out, in, out.
I liked exercising. It acted as a distraction from the chaos of my life. But today, it failed to distract me from a number of thoughts that had been weighing me down lately. Nothing too pressing, just things I needed to do that I couldn't get off my mind. Go pay the bills for Dad, give Mum and update call of how I am, text Jungkook. For some reason my mind felt like the last one was particularly necessary to complete, even though it was the least important of them all.

I decide to push these thoughts out of my mind, as I step up the treadmill a little faster.

Jungkook:

'Um no I don't have a membership yet, I'm just...trying it out first.' I tell the lady at the reception. She continues to explain rather enthusiastically the benefits of a gym membership, to which I have to deny her for like the fifth time.
NO I DO NOT WANT A GYM MEMBERSHIP LADY!

To be honest this will probably be a one time thing. It's not the exercise that's off putting, but the chance of bumping into people from school.

Once I manage to get the message across to the receptionist, she directs me to the lockers. I use the key she gave me to unlock number 33 and stuff my things inside in a disorderly pile, making sure to shut the door quickly as to avoid an avalanche.

I make my way over to the gym equipment. I don't even know what half this stuff is used for...I mean c'mon that one is just a huge ball. They need to be more creative.

I kick around at some of the equipment on the floor before picking up some sort of elastic rope with two handles at either end. What's this for? Skipping? Do I stretch it? I pull it using both hands before I accidentally let go of one end, sending it snapping into my face.

'ARGHHH!' I yell, hunching over and rubbing the side of my face with my hand to sooth the area. My eyes screw up as I wince in pain. I hear a muffled laugh behind me.

'That's not how you use it!'
The voice says, still chuckling at my pain. They step in front of me, hands buried in the pockets of their sports shorts. They lean forward and their face dips down to look at mine. I open my eyes only to see two brown ones staring back at me. Specifically two brown eyes belonging to Park Jimin.
I bolt upright, bumping our heads together on the way, causing us both to clutch our foreheads.

'Ow!' Jimin cries. 'You're an accident waiting to happen Flower Boy!' He snaps, rubbing his forehead.

'S-Sorry.' I apologise. Why can't you be normal for once in your life Jungkook? And why did I have to run into Jimin of all people outside of school?!

Jimin sighs before grabbing the stretchy rope death weapon from my hands, slightly brushing them along the way. He lays it on the ground in front of him and places both feet in the middle of its length. He grabs both handles and pulls each side up to meet his chest, alternating one at a time.

I can't help but stare, his arm muscles contracting with every pull, covered in a glistening layer of sweat.
Which now I think about it, sounds pretty disgusting actually. But it just made him look ten times hotter.

'Jungkook? Did you get that?'
He asks. What was I meant to get???
I wasn't listening...

'Huh?' I answer dumbly.

'This is how you're supposed to use it - not... whatever you were doing earlier.' He says, laughing as he recalls my display.

'O-Oh, right. You seem to know a lot about the equipment here.'
I comment.

He chuckles again. 'Well it doesn't take a genius to work it out.'
Haha okay I get it Jimin...

'I come here quite often, so yeah
I guess I know what I'm doing.'
He adds with a smirk that almost makes me collapse right then and there.

'Why? You trying to work out for something?' I ask curiously. His eyes fall to the ground as he starts using the rope again as he talks.

'You could say that, I've been trying to lose weight recently I guess.'

My face screws up in confusion. Him? Needing to lose weight? He was deluded - clearly.

'You don't need to lose weight Jimin, your weight is perfectly fine! You look great!' I tell him truthfully. His mouth turns up at the corners as though he was trying to stop himself from smiling.

Jimin:

Flattery, Flower Boy? That won't work on me. Okay I'm totally lying, I love flattery, which is why I have such a hard time trying to hide my smile.
For a second he makes me forget what
I was thinking about. For a moment
I forgot about my dad's words, calling me fat and how I should keep a toned body to look more like a man. I shake my head as though the thoughts could fall out. I wish they would. It bothers me. I set the rope down and step off of it.

'So why are you here then?' I ask him, becoming equally as concerned in case he would say he was losing weight too. Which I know sounds hypocritical, but I doubt Jungkook had a dad who constantly criticised his body like I did.

'Mum said I should do something productive like run or do a sport to get out the house. I guess I came here because it was still getting out of the house...but it's still inside so I feel comfortable and less exposed to the dangers of the outside world.' he jokes, to which I laugh. He sounded cute.

'Well you may be safe from the dangers outside, but are you safe from the dangers of the exercise ropes? You nearly blinded yourself earlier. I think it even left a little mark on your cheek.'
I say laughing as I raise a finger to poke his cheek where a little scratch had formed just under his eye. I remove it quickly though once I realised what
I was doing, leaving Jungkook wide eyed and not knowing how to react.
I clear my throat: 'So I guess you need someone to show you around. The equipment can be deadly if you don't know how to use it, as you've demonstrated.'
I add, trying to suppress a chuckle.

I lead him round to the treadmill I had just been using, and stand beside it with one hand resting on the side. I tilt my head in its direction, indicating for him to hop on. He climbs on and stands there awkwardly.

'Do you not know how to use a treadmill?' I ask, wondering why he looked so lost.

'Oh, um sure I do.' he says, eyes darting across the array of buttons laid out in front of him.

'Okay, guess you don't need my help after all then, go for it.' I say, finding this whole scenario amusing, as Jungkook looked like he didn't know a thing about how to control this treadmill. I step back and spread my arms as though I was a chauffeur leading a celebrity onto the red carpet, indicating I was leaving him in control. He presses a button, which gets the treadmill moving at a steady pace.
I nod, seeing I had been proven wrong in my guess at Jungkook's machine operating abilities. I decide to give him some space, moving a short distance away to focus on my own workout.
Every now and then however, I'd
sneak a glance at Jungkook, seeing as his back was turned away from me after all.

Jeon Jungkook really baffles me. His body was literally covered in muscles, yet he acted so shy and cutesy you would have never expected him to be so toned and defined underneath his dorky shorts and his over sized t-shirt. You could see the muscles clearly along his arms, his back, his legs. And damn those thighs. He had the kind of thighs that could crush someone to death if they so happened to find themselves in between them. Wait that sounded really bad... I shake my head to rid myself of the thoughts. God Jimin, focus and get back to your own workout.

Jungkook:

I hope he wasn't watching me.
I couldn't tell because I was facing the opposite way. I had always felt really uncomfortable with people I know seeing me exercise, because I knew
I couldn't control myself from becoming a horrible, sweaty mess.
And right now was no exception,
I could already feel a trickle of sweat drip down my back. I wanted more than anything to be alone and not in the company of the hottest guy ever, a.k.a. Park Jimin, so I could focus on anything but him. But, I guess as I'm here now I may as well use this as a chance to show off. Not that I showed it off much, but I was actually quite athletic. I had worked out a lot in the comfort of my own room when I was bored back in Daegu, and it had paid off to be honest.

I decided to up the speed on the treadmill. But I had no idea what button it was. I had been lucky with getting it to go in the first place, I just picked a random button and to my relief it had been the right one.
But how do I speed it up now...

I press the button I think will speed it up. It definitely sped it up. But now I was struggling to keep up, and my jog had turned into a run. Is this thing getting faster...? The pace continues to pick up and I'm running so fast I have to grip onto the sides as tight as I can to stop myself from falling.

'Hey Jungkook, is everything alrig-' Jimin says approaching the treadmill from behind me. Before I can reply, I lose my footing once and for all. I land on my side onto the treadmill, and am sent flying off, taking Jimin with me along the way. We crash onto the gym floor in a heap. A sweaty, hot mess kind of heap.

'Oh God I'm so sorry!' I apologise, trying to get up but failing as I'm too tangled up with Jimin.

'Uh-um I-It's okay!' Jimin stutters, trying to remove his arms from either side of me and clamber up. After a few seconds of awkward struggling, we both stand up on our feet, facing one another again. We can't make eye contact for a second out of sheer embarrassment of practically being on top of one another just seconds ago, but then we start to break out into awkward chuckles. 'Ha ha ha...' I try to laugh it off whilst scratching my head.

'Maybe the gym isn't for me...'
I tell Jimin, to which he laughs in agreement.