A Guy Like You

A Gym Date

Akira's POV

As I wrapped up my work at Hype Corporation, I heard rumors of a gym within the company premises.

Deciding to squeeze in a workout before heading home, I made my way to the gym, eager for some stress relief.

However, my plans took an unexpected turn as I walked in and saw Jungkook, once again, occupying the same space.

"Why are you always anywhere I am?" I groaned, half-amused and half-irritated by the seemingly coincidental encounters.

Jungkook, oblivious to my annoyance, looked up from his workout with a bright smile. "Noona, come meet ARMY," he said, dragging me towards his phone where a live stream was in progress.

I glanced at the Vlive, unamused by the sudden turn of events. "Jungkook, seriously? Can't I just work out in peace without being broadcasted to your fans?"

"Noona, they love you! Plus, it's good for the company image. Say hi." He laughed, clearly unfazed by my protests.

With a resigned sigh, I grinned at the camera. "Onee-chan to yonde yo, imouto-tachi."

("Call me big sister, little sisters.")

Onee-Sama~~~KyaaaaOMG, Akira's voice is everything!I'm officially asking her to be my Onee-chan for real.Marry me, Akira.Akira, your Japanese is amazing!Your accent is giving me chills,and I love how you effortlessly switch between languages.Can she adopt me as her little sister, too?Akira, you've got a new fan here!Your Japanese is so natural.She can me my Mommy instead.Let's make beautiful multilingual babies!

The comments on the live stream exploded with excitement. It was clear that the fans adored these spontaneous interactions.

Jungkook, surprised to hear me speak Japanese, looked at me in shock. "Noona, you speak Japanese?" he asked, and I slowly turned my face toward him, scowling.

"I lived my whole life in Japan, thinking I was Japanese," I said, and he couldn't help but remember my first life-threatening encounter with him.

"It sounds nice," he whispered, and I instinctively backed away.

"Don't flirt with me in front of your girlfriends," I warned, and he smirked, pushing further, "Can I do it in private then?" His grin widened, and I deadpanned, smacking the back of his head.

I shook my head, amused by the whole situation. "You and your nonsense, Jungkook. Can I finish my workout now?"

"But Noona, they want to see you in action." He pouted playfully and I smiled widely. "No."

Time Skip~~~

As I focused on my exercises, Jungkook continued interacting with the fans, occasionally stealing glances in my direction.

"Alright, time to get serious!" I said to myself gathering my hair into a bun before diving into an intense cardio session.

The rhythmic sound of my footsteps echoed in the gym as I pushed myself through the exercises. In the midst of my workout, I spotted Jungkook engaged in a focused boxing routine.

After completing the cardio, beads of sweat lining my forehead, I approached him. "Hey, Jungkook, up for a little sparring?" I suggested, a mischievous glint in my eyes.

Jungkook looked up from his boxing routine, a mixture of excitement and hesitation in his expression.

"Sparring, huh?" he mused. "Yeah, feel like it."

I grabbed my bag and brought it over, teasing him, "What? Scared?" As we faced each other, I couldn't help but notice a flicker of worry in Jungkook's eyes.