Train Me Like A Bitch | 3

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    Tonight Jungkook looked extra mean. After I snuck into his bedroom through the window, and nearly lost my shoe on the way, he merely leered over me in all black. He had clothes on like he was about to rob a bank with his bare knuckles. He gave me a snarky smirk and tossed me some clothes. "These are fireproof and they'll hold on your body like underwear, it’s made from angel hair," He said. "Their black," I deadpanned. "And angels can’t have black hair?" Jungkook asked, pursing his lips. One eyebrow raised. The same dangerous hungry aura surrounding him as the day I met him. In fact, I’ve never seen him without the threatened defensive and letal look to him (aside from last night). "Sure, where is everyone?" I asked. "Getting the obstacle course and ritual ceremony ready, I stayed back to help you over there," He deadpanned. "How thoughtful," I sniffed, brushing over the ‘ritual ceremony’ part. Hopefully I won't be sacrificed by my cultist neighbors tonight. I was mostly offended they would leave me with this creep. "What are you waiting for? Put on the clothes," He snapped. "I’m not changing in front of you," I hissed. "You have to be comfortable with your body to use it to its full potential," He said, folding his arms. I stared at the bulging muscles of his arms and put my hands on my hips. "Easy for you to say, you’re built like a greek god," I seethed. A very cocky and equally very sexy grin spread onto his face. "You have got to be kidding me," A voice snapped from the door, and Jungkook chuckled to himself. "Stop flirting and get changed," Jin scolded from the doorway. I jumped like twenty feet in the air and nearly peed myself. 

    "A warning, next time?" I hissed. Jin stared at me. "My aura is very alarming, it should have been enough alone," He said before walking away. I stared at Jungkook distastefully. "I’m starting to wish you guys didn’t exist," I muttered to myself. "You heard the man, get the clothes on," Jungkook said, walking out of the room. I sighed, thank god I didn’t have to change in front of him and his bulging muscles and popping veins. I mean they were all weird, but he was just that extra kind of pain in your ass kind of weird. Cocky little shi- "I can hear your thoughts," Jungkook laughed from the other room. Great, he’s a mind reading pain in the ass kind of weird. 

    Once in the (scanty fucking) outfit, Jungkook offered me some shoes other than my slippers. "They're reinforced with steel, and pack a mean kick," He said. From the way my whole body caved when he handed them to me, I could tell he was amused. "Would you like some help?" He asked coyly. I resisted the boiling urge to stab my finger into his eye socket and took a deep breath. From the way he was smugly looking down at me I could tell he was humored by my hostile thoughts. 

    When I strapped them to my legs, I realized just how heavy they were. It was work to move even two steps in them. "Gods you stomp like a zombie," Jungkook chided, guiding my clomping along his house’s hallway. "Haha very funny, these are so heavy," I whined and I folded my arms. I felt the burn already in my thighs from lifting these death traps up. "Do you want me to carry you then, princess?" Jungkook bit back insultingly. "Tempting," I sneered. Jungkook paused, spun on his heel, threw me over his shoulder and began walking like he didn’t just toss me onto his (incredibly firm) shoulder. "I DIDN’T MEAN IT!" I shrieked and slapped pathetically at his back. "You even slap like a mortal, I don’t know why they all seem to think you’re the chosen one," Jungkook grumbled. Angry for no reason I pulled back a steel death trap and brought it down as hard as possible into his stomach. Jungkook just laughed. "That tickled,"

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    So . . . there were many things I didn’t know. For starters I didn’t know there was a whole tunnel under their house that led to a dome (what I assumed was the private property the town knew about). Inside said dome was a whole terrane of obstacles and dirt circles and patches of forest and weeds and there was a faint gushing sound of a waterfall somewhere around here. But it was so tall and so wide I was suddenly confused as to how we couldn’t see it for miles. It was larger than The Arch. "We have runes all over it to keep the humans from seeing us, this is called an Idris dome," Taehyung said from his position on the ground. He was sitting with crossed legs, hands on either knee, middle finger and thumb pinched together, eyes closed. Jungkook tossed me into the dirt like a sack of potatoes and stalked off. I heaved myself onto all fours and grumbled about the weights on my legs. "Can I take these off?" I whined. There was a crack almost that of a whip and Jimin appeared above me, ruffling his hair of a glowing pollen-like dust that scattered all over the neat lawn. "Sorry duckling, but they're there to train your legs into being stronger and faster," He said, brushing the pink dust off his shoulders. He wore the same outfit as Taehyung, a black bodysuit with an accenting color of shiny gold. Except Taehyung had an emerald green accent color. I whined in protest. Jimin knelt down and positioned himself like Taehyung. I did the same out of habit. 

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