Unexpected - Jeon Jungkook

Chapter 7

After a few days of dodging Jungkook and hiding out in your apartment, you finally feel a bolt of energy to get back on your feet and enjoy your time off of work. The last few days had you working long hours, eagerly taking overtime just to avoid coming home and having to put up with Jungkook's insufferable presence. Thankfully, another day off meant you had the opportunity to enjoy yourself and do some self-care.

You quickly maneuver through the corridor outside of your apartment, making a dash for the elevator in hopes of preventing another run-in with your neighbor. Unfortunately, Jungkook seemed to work odd hours which keeps you from identifying a specific schedule of when to expect him. Instead, you're left on your toes to constantly fear another interaction with the man that drove you to the brink of insanity. You catch a glimpse of yourself in one of the mirrors dressing the elevator lobby, admiring the way your old workout clothes seem to hug your frame. While you aren't as in shape as you used to be before you moved out on your own, at least your old outfits still fit.

As you press the elevator call button, you slide your hand down into the side pocket of your leggings, pulling out a headphone case before popping it open to stick the buds into your ears. You snap the case shut just as the doors slide open, shoving the item back into your pocket as you step inside, fiddling with your phone to stream your favorite playlist from Spotify. As the low percussion of the music echoes in your eardrums, you can't help but think back on the reasons why you haven't been to the gym lately.

The memory of your ex has a chill crawling up your spine as you recall the embarrassing breakup you endured at your old local gym. You used to work out there almost every day until one day he drove all the way to meet you just to end things publicly in front of all your old gym mates. You scoff at the recollection, remembering how the truth of the matter was that he was being unfaithful and chose someone else over you. You roll your eyes, deciding it was time to get back on your feet and enjoy one of your favorite stress relievers.

As the elevator reveals the main lobby of your complex, you confidently stride down the lavish corridors through the vast amenities. You recall seeing the entrance of the gym the day you went down to the pool, following in your footsteps as you notice a glass door with gym equipment on the opposite side. You smile, tugging open the door and realizing that there was not a soul in sight, meaning you'd get to enjoy the facility in peace and quiet.

Your apartment keys and access fobs are dangling around your wrist as you gently slide them from their place, finding a small perch beside a window to place the items alongside your water bottle. You couldn't ask for a better setup to enjoy your first workout as a fully functional and self-sufficient adult. You grin as your playlist morphs into a more energetic beat, causing your lips to tug into a smile as you locate a large padded area for stretching off to the side. "Perfect." You hum as you slowly make your way over, swinging your arms out to the side to begin stretching.

Once you've arrived at the mat, you gently spread your feet apart before lowering yourself into a lunge position. You can feel the dull ache behind your legs as various muscles bend and stretch beneath your movements. You carefully turn your hips out so that you're in a side lunge before bending forward to touch the ground, elongating your legs as you stretch the back of your hamstrings. Just as you complete the stretch, you hear a door open, alongside a loud whistle behind you over the soft music playing in your ears.

"Damn, princess." You freeze, dropping your waist down so that you're squatting like a frog as you hear Jungkook's voice from behind you. You close your eyes for a moment, wishing that you were just hearing things and that Jungkook was just a figment of your imagination. You pull out one of your earbuds, glancing back in his direction over your shoulder. "What a view." He comments brazenly in reference to your ass being perked up in the air.