I really like wanted to make this from the very starting but ig I didn't just find the motivation and the inspiration to do it but now I'm just flowing with different ideas in my head and I just wanna use it wisely
So please do read it, It will main...
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Whenever Jungkook leaves the tennis club gym in the late hours of the day, via the exit leading across the courts, he has the pleasure of witnessing the most beautiful man he has ever seen in action.
He’s tall (and handsome as hell, as some might eulogize), fast as he chases the ball, forceful when he smashes his racket against it in a perfect arch that pushes a small groan from his lips. And when he lands the ball perfectly on the sideline, he throws a cheeky smile - half-bashful, half-proud – to his coach or whoever he has challenged in that session; before doing it all over again.
It’s a nice ritual for Jungkook, a good way to calm down after his work out: sitting on the side of the court on the edge of the feeble aluminium benches, letting the chilly evening air refresh his lungs, and watching the club’s most prominent player train.
He’s wearing a black and white block-coloured sports jacket today, complete with black shorts and sneakers, kindly provided by one of the sponsors vying for his attention.
Sometimes, Jungkook has to actively remind himself to close his mouth when he watches the player.
His jaw involuntarily drops open, saliva gathering, when he takes in the musculature of the swiftly moving calves, the sliver of stomach that’s revealed during a particularly strained stretch for a ball, the broad shoulders emphasised by wide arm movements. If Jungkook were closer, maybe he would see the sheen of sweat on the athlete’s skin, the way his hair sticks to his forehead.
For now, Jungkook observes how he readies himself to receive the serve, feet apart and body bent forward, a steady grip on his racket and alert eyes on his opponent, breathing a bit more laboured now towards the end of the session.
A voice drags Jungkook’s attention away.
'You’re new here?'
A different man approaches him. With his fluffy dark hair and pronounced jaw line he could just as well be a drama star but judging from the racket in his one hand and the three tennis balls he easily carries in his other, he is likely another club player.
Jungkook scoots down the bench to make room for the new arrival.
'Uh, no, I’m not a player' Jungkook admits
'My usual gym is refurbishing some parts, so I’ve been sneaking in here to use your guys’ boxing equipment' He smiles at the other man and is met with a slowly growing boxy grin in return.
'That’s okay, I won’t tell' The guy sends him a wink
'I’m Taehyung' Taehyung puts down his racket and places the balls on top of it, careful so they won’t bounce off. Then, he offers his hand. Jungkook shakes it.
