Fuckable Friend || Jikook & Vmin

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"Some relationships are like quicksand. The more you struggle, the deeper you sink." - Anna Ballard
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In the softly lit boxing chamber, the atmosphere was charged with intensity.

The walls were adorned with posters of boxing legends, their fierce expressions inspiring anyone who dared to enter.

The space was vast, the padded flooring providing a cushioned surface for training, and a corner of the room housed a well-worn boxing ring with ropes that bore the scars of countless sparring sessions.

Jungkook's strong physical presence dominated the room.

His shirtless form glistened with sweat, revealing a sculpted physique that spoke of years of dedicated training.

His shoulders were broad, and his chest was chiselled, while his abs were a testament to his unwavering commitment to his craft.

Each muscle was defined, and his skin was marked with the sweat of exertion.

Veins snaked across his taut, well-defined arms, pulsating with each powerful punch.

His arms bore intricate tattoos, adding to the raw aesthetic of the room, their ink telling stories of his journey.

Despite the brutality of his training, Jungkook's focus remained unwavering, the room echoing with the sounds of his powerful hits.

"Fuck you" a firce blow delivered.

"Fuck you" yet another.

After a huge quantity of fierce bout with a picture of Taehyung's face, the punching sack tore open, releasing a cascade of sand onto the floor.

Jungkook, his knuckles now exposed, removed the wrap from his hands and walked into the bathroom, his body still trembling from the remnants of his intense workout.

Inside the bathroom, he stepped into the shower, where the steam swirled around his sculpted, glistening body.

The hot water cascaded over him, accentuating every curve and contour of his built-up figure.

As the water streamed down his chiselled chest and muscular arms, it traced the paths of his veins and tattoos, creating an alluring spectacle.

The steamy air heightened the sensuality of the moment as he stood there, a vision of a sexy man taking a shower, each droplet of water highlighting his irresistible physique.

Jungkook stepped out of the shower, water trickling down his hair, a towel around his waist.

He wasn't surprised by Hoseok's presence, who couldn't help but comment,

"Damn, Jungkook, you're really built up." Jungkook shot him a glare and went to his fridge, grabbing a bottle of water and gulping it down.

He asked Hoseok in his deep, calm, and hoarse voice, "What do you want?"

Hoseok replied with a mischievous grin, "Damn, bro, chill."