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𝙍𝙊𝙐𝙉𝘿 𝙀𝙇𝙀𝙑𝙀𝙉: 𝘿𝙄𝙎𝘾𝙊𝙐𝙍𝘼𝙂𝙀𝙈𝙀𝙉𝙏'𝙎 𝘽𝙄𝙏𝘾𝙃
DISCOURAGEMENT WAS VERY FAMILIAR TO ANDREA. Over the years, she's grown to make friends with it (if you can call violently fighting with it "friends". It was inevitable being the person she was. It was always creeping around the corner, curling its long, clawed fingers over her shoulders, whispering in her ears with the seductive idea of just finding the nearest hole to crawl into and never seeing the light of day again.
By this time, Andrea's tamed it, put it on a leash but every once in a while, such as times like this, it snaps at her and sinks in its teeth to scar her once more before she can beat it back into submission and tighten the leash around it's throat.
Despite being in the middle of a conversation with Jin about press conferences, Andrea's attention jumped between him and Jungkook who had taken the hem of his shirt into his hands and yanked it off over his head, complaining about how it was clinging to him. Jungkook obviously had no regard for anyone or their feelings because he blatantly displayed himself without shame.
Toned muscles from years of conditioning and strenuous exercise. The firm muscles in his back flex every time he throws a jab at his punching bag, sloping down to an unusually thin waist. The ratio was astoundingly attractive. He even has dimples that sit on either side of his spine. Dimples of Venus they're called apparently and Andrea understands why, they certainly look beautiful on him.
Jin snapped his fingers in her face. "Hey! Are you even listening to me? Press conference, two months, got it?" He set it up rather recently after talking to Park's manager, Namjoon. This being a rematch, Jungkook's first-ever rematch because though Jimin technically won the fight, there had been many disputes about points, a biased Ref who obviously had something against Jungkook because the moments he should have gotten points, he didn't, so everyone's gaze were focused so intensely at them. Everything little thing was placed under a microscope. It had to be perfect.
Andrea nodded, humming like she's been listening to anything he's said for the past 5 minutes. Things like media and press conferences are Namjoon's area of expertise, she was just here to make sure he was prepared for the rematch. "That's your job, Jin. I'm just here to make sure he doesn't get his ass kicked again." Jungkook seems to hit his punching bag harder as if to prove something. Leather meets leather, padding buffers the force of his knuckles meeting the weakened, worn fabric of his bag.
His sweatpants were hanging far too low and the elastic band of his underwear was exposed. The defined arches of his hips uncovered and any modesty he could have had been completely abandoned. The deeper the v, the bigger the d they say and Jungkook's v-line was well specified and beautifully outlined. If the dimples on his back were the dimples of Venus, the v-lines must belong to her erotic son, Eros.
The Valley of Eros. Fitting.
Discouragement took her by the throat and stared Andrea in the eyes before whispering into her ear, "he doesn't want you. The moment he finds out who you are, he won't want you." It spits in her face with the harsh realities of life. Cis men don't fuck trans women, that's just a fact. More often than not, it doesn't end well for the woman. They face the threat of being beaten within an inch of their lives or killed, all because some man felt like his masculinity was being threatened and that he was having gay sex by sleeping with a woman with a penis.
