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As he ran through the treadmill, sweat formed on the brim of his hairline, trickling down his cheekbones and down his bare body. The wind blew away the drapes, revealing the shadow behind them. He'd observe her hiding behind a pillar and staring at him for over five minutes. He chuckled to himself and shut off the machine before pedalling himself towards the pillar. Surpassing a loud chuckle when he noticed her hiding behind it in anxiety of being noticed. A squeal from her mouth when his hand sneaked across the thick wall and pulled her in front of him, trapping her in between him and the pillar.
"Well-" she chuckled, trying to sound amusing, but stopped as he approached her, bending down and placing both of his palms on either side of her head. "Well what? Are you trying to be devious?" She shook her head, then pushed him back by his chest, slightly shuddering at the feel of sweat on his skin. "Well, I was asking, if Namjoon oppa could know anything?" Her tone was uncharacteristically low. In dismay, he shook his head. It's more difficult than impossible because her mother has been missing for almost a decade, and it's never easy to find someone who's been gone for this long, even with Namjoon's help.
It's not like she was seeing him this way for the first time, but she couldn't take her gaze away from him as he began pushing his body up and down, doing push-ups. "Nini said she wanted to go out, so I wanted to tell you about this, as no one is home." She stood near him, folding her legs before sitting on her heels, "and" her voice trailed off when he stopped doing everything and looked at her through his fully hooded eyes. Her eyelashes flickered in the middle of a conversation, and she felt herself getting hot, too hot to breathe, as he couldn't take his gaze away from her.
The somewhat damp hair falling over his brows, the sweat making his face delightfully gorgeous, and him shirtless with several rows of tattoos running down his arm to his finger should have horrified her. But she was in amazement of how exquisite it looked, and how it only added to his handsome features. "And?" He asked her, "and that you look so handsome" the words leaving her mouth involuntarily, in a jiffy, sending her in an alarming mood as her palm went over her mouth, gazing at him awkwardly. "No, no," she says as she tries to break away from him.
But all of a sudden, he rose up, before effortlessly drawing her under him, elevating her to a condition of shock that he can just pull someone as if they were nothing more than a hag. "What did you just say?" He was interested, inhaling deeply before moving his body up and down, sparing less than a centimetre between them. "What do you imply, princess? Hmm?" He asked, "Did I say something?" No way, no how." She stuttered, shaking her head, she noticed him continuing to go up and down until she noticed him edging closer with each set of push-ups.
Her gaze swept across his contrasted muscle, flexing out whenever pressure was applied; involuntarily, her hand crossed across his arms, wrapped around his biceps. "woh!" When she was finally able to wrap her palm around his arm, she let out an amused giggle, causing him to halt everything and glance at her in amusement. "Did you like it?" He questioned almost immediately. "How long have you been going to the gym?" she asks, smiling. He pretended to contemplate, "maybe when I was a decade younger." Her lips rounded into a pout, and before she could process, her lips were sealed by him with a fast smooch, and he began pushing his muscles again. He kept smooching her lips with each round of workouts until he was forced back by a giggly y/n to the side.
