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𝙍𝙊𝙐𝙉𝘿 𝙉𝙄𝙉𝙀: 𝘽𝙀𝘼𝙐𝙏𝙄𝙁𝙐𝙇 𝙔𝙀𝙏 𝙁𝘼𝙏𝘼𝙇
IF THERE IS ONE THING THAT CAN CLEAR Jungkook's mind like no other, it's working out. Being in the gym offered Jungkook a sense of control when he felt like it was slipping from his fingers. There was a predictability about it. He knows it and because he knows it, he has a hold on it.
Sweat clinging to his skin, humid, paced breaths, music absolutely destroying the delicate hair cells that allow him to hear, cold metal against his palms, it was all so perfect. The sheer simplicity of lifting weights was just what he needed to find grounding when his feet no longer felt connected to the Earth.
Why Jungkook felt so distressed? Well, she was standing in the entryway to the weight room, leaning up against the wall with a casual cross of her arms over her chest as she watched him benchpress 220 pounds. He had a good formation, body completely parallel to the ground with his feet planted firmly on either side of the bench. His shoulders were spare, chest wide while making sure he had an even grip on the bar.
Andrea was sure he hadn't noticed her waltz in, not even a jump when she called his name. So she took advantage of this moment to gaze from afar, no need to interject on his moment of serenity, even if he did find it in lifting weights like the absolute psychopath he was.
Ever since what Andrea would like to call an "incident", she's tried to be more careful around him, never getting too close in the event that he may clock her. There wasn't enough trust between them for her to tell him what was going on between her legs and there very well never may be. As far as she was aware, Jungkook was none the wiser and Andrea was perfectly content with that. She was just here to get a bag and leave.
Though his open lap did look quite inviting, Andrea steered quite clear of any dirty thoughts, instead of replacing them with the most rancid images her mind could concoct on demand. A good go-to was Malik in a bikini. Not an imaginary image that her mind put together with all the worst things Andrea hated, it was a memory of her brother being a jackass, wearing a bikini to make Andrea feel better about wearing one.
A loud, metallic clank made Andrea jump out of her horrific nightmare-inducing thoughts. Jungkook had finished his set and was now sitting upright on the bench. Only then did he notice Andrea in front of him in the entranceway as if all his conflicted thoughts of her had manifested into the real thing right in front of him.
Andrea has this inexplicable way to her, the way she walks toward him, how her eyes focus solely on him. It makes Jungkook flustered while simultaneously combative. He's combative because he's flustered in the same way in which he drinks too much with his friends, red in the face and swaying, unable to keep himself completely upright, he'll want to fight someone.
Drunk. That's it. She makes him feel like he's drunk. World swirling, unbalanced, with feverishly hot skin.
"How long were you standing there, coach?" He had gotten into the habit of calling her that. "Respect" and all that. It put distance between them. They were impersonal just as it was meant to be. Nearly three weeks since they've begun their work relationship and that animosity always arising between them was beginning to settle.
