13. Distractions

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Jimin felt the muscles in his arms quiver as he pushed his body to its limit, lifting a weight class he had never attempted before. In the past, his usual workouts consisted of cardio and light weight lifting, which helped keep his figure slim and toned. But today felt different. Today, he needed to feel more.

The painful burn in his shoulders helped distract from the thoughts in his mind, keeping him focused on something other than the looming issues that seemed to constantly test his patience. Although he knew it was harsh on his body, he didn't care. One rought session wouldn't cause permanent damage, right.

Except this wasn't just one session of pain.

He had been forcing his body to go through this form of torture since the day he sat on the other side of the apartment door and listened to the boy he loved cry until his tears ran dry. The first time he added an extra weight was just his attempt at punishing himself for being weak and hurting Kook. But each day he entered the gym, he told himself the same lie, that this would be the last time and he would finally make amends with his actions.

Slamming the handle bars back into place, Jimin reached for his water bottle and flipped the straw, chugging the cold liquid back. Deep breathing and rehabilitation were necessary for at least three minutes if he planned to walk to the next machine without having every eye on his quivering figure.

The last thing he needed was for someone to question his physical ability as a trainer, even on his day off.

Just as the numbness in his knees dissipated and he was about to take his chance to move on to the next machine, a towel was dangled in front of his face, catching him completely off guard. Following the muscular arm that offered the material, Jimin found the striking face of someone he had never seen in the gym before.

"Thanks." He replied with appreciation, setting his water bottle back on the ground and accepting the towel.

The guy smiled with a sense of accomplishment and leaned against the opposite machine. "I saw you lifting and figured I'd come say hi. You look like you know what you're doing there." He praised, his eyes unapologetically scanning over Jimin's body.

Moments like these were something Jimin had become all too familiar with, recognizing the theoretical drool practically trailing down the handsome boy's chin. Although he knew his chances of finding a new client were slim, given his typical clientele lacked in areas this man obviously excelled, it couldn't hurt to play with the idea. A new distraction was exactly what Jimin needed.

"I sure hope so." He replied, using the towel to clean the sweat off the back of his neck. "They don't pay me to just sit here and look pretty."

"No? Then what do they pay you for?" The guy asked, raising a brow as he leaned in closer.

Hooked, Jimin thought to himself as he stood and draped the towel behind his neck. Sometimes it amazed him how easy the catch could be. Without even looking, he was able to find a new toy to keep him entertained for a night or two. It had been a while since he even thought about having sex for fun instead of work. Maybe if he was lucky, both opportunities would come from this interaction.

"I'm a personal trainer." He informed, bending over at the perfect angle to collect his water bottle off the ground, knowing his newfound friend had the best view of his merchandise. "I'm here almost every day so how come this is the first time we've met?"

"I just switched gyms so today is my second time being here." The guy licked his lip and curved his chin with his thumb and index finger as his eyes traveled once again over Jimin's body. "I'm still learning my way around."

Perfect.

Finding his advantage, Jimin took his chance to give a tour of the facility as any good employee would, explaining the different zones and secret lugguries the membership came with. With each room they entered came a new chance to stoke the fire as Jimin made sure to show other members special attention, touching their arms as they lifted a weight and complimenting their physical attributes.

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