𝙳𝚘𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚎 » 𝚓.𝚓.𝚔. 𝚖.𝚢.

𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒚-𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆

Jungkook's pov
The boxing lesson had just begun. Dae had proposed to me again to train people that day but I refused, I didn't feel in great shape.
I decided to vent a little tension on a heavy bag. So I took one just for myself and started slowly until I intensified the shots.

Hayun trained too today.
After the night at the cinema, I had received from her only a punitive silence lasted two weeks now.
We didn't get a chance to hang out with the group. Who worked, who studied and who avoided me as if I were the most horrible person in the world. Hayun had decided to make me invisible to her eyes.

In these two weeks I had the opportunity to see her only at my house, since she had come sometimes to visit Yuna. Jimin gave her a lift...
How did I know?

One day I heard Yuna talking to her on the phone, who told her she was coming at a certain time.
Then I waited for her and I did her just the time to ring the bell that I was ready to open immediately the door.

Unfortunately I didn't see only the moment she got out of Jimin's car. I also spied on the previous moments.
He'd turn off the engine, turn to Hayun and smile at her. He probably said something to make her laugh, because I could see her shoulders twitching up and down like they used to do every time she chuckled.
Just after he stared into her eyes and then kissed her. I had studied the practice.

Even my body had memorized the reactions to the vision of that practice though.
Eyes wide open, shoulders stiff and hands closed in a sting.
The sign of my nails against the palm of my hand was a testimony of this.
It was inevitable.

Because of this behavior, I never caused her a laugh, I never made her feel important with a compliment like Jimin does.
I could only make her nervous. I knew how much I enjoyed myself but I was beginning to realize how uncomfortable it could be for her.

At today's boxes training, her eyes accidentally crossed mine.
It was a moment, but I could see all the anger he felt towards me.
I ruined the first moments between her and Jimin and what did I get out of it?

I wasn't really sure what the purpose of those intrusions was.
I wasn't her brother or her boyfriend. Hayun was right to tell me that I wasn't my right to tell her what to do in her life. She was free to make her own decisions.
But...

I had no excuse. I shouldn't have had any 'but'.
I didn't understand why I was so bothered to see that girl with someone else. Even the thought of Jimin's hands touching Hayun's body...
All this was frustrating.

The training was just over, but Hayun, as usual, kept shooting that bag nonstop.
I couldn't help but look at her. She was graceful but those kicks were anything but kind. They were firm and snappy.

I kept studying her as a phenomenon to be analyzed. A tail now ruffled and loose clothes that left her body moving undisturbed.
Her movements let me glimpse a little of her abdomen and my mind could only imagine how much of that body Jimin had already seen, tasted.

Fuck, I didn't know how to get rid of those meaningless thoughts and Hayun's labored breath in the background didn't help me.
A cold shower was definitely necessary and I had to do everything to stay away from her.
She had started to make me weak.

Hayun's pov
Why the hell *shot* that asshole *shot* is looking at me? *shot*

I haven't even looked at Jungkook in two weeks. I still don't know what he was thinking when he ruined my date with Jimin.

When I came home from the cinema I discovered that Namjoon's intentions were only to observe the situation from afar, he didn't want to interfere.
Indeed, Jungkook's insistent invitation to join us had irritated him. Actually, his whole behavior had irritated him a little.
I was certainly not the only one who didn't understand the reasons that had led him to act in this way.

Despite this, the last few weeks I was happy. No Jungkook in my way and Namjoon seemed calm to see me going out with Jimin.
I was good at hiding that there might be more between me and him than just friendship!

We spent a lot of time together, we took advantage of some time alone to get to know each other better and I must say that Jimin isn't just the boy who flirt shamelessly, at all times.
He's a sweet, a caring guy, he runs if he knows you're sick, he fills you with pampering and makes you feel like the most desired woman in the world.

I could tell he had a crush on me, the way he talked to me, the way he looked at me.
We often ended body to body, both with the desire to discover each other better, to discover the body of the other.
Last time it happened at his house. His parents had just left. We were on the couch watching a movie and the last thing I remember was a conversation between the protagonists about how stupid love was.

Suddenly, just heavy breaths, hands down my body and chills everywhere.

But, punctually, I couldn't go further. I couldn't understand if it was because of Namjoon's warnings or if there was something else.

Jungkook had left the boxing room a long time ago and I took my stuff ready to wash away all those thoughts in the locker room shower.
As soon as I arrived I made sure there was no one there. I just heard a jet of water stopping, coming from a shower.
I put my things on a bench and took off my shirt, wet with sweat.

I heard steps behind me and a sigh of fright. I turned and couldn't help but open my eyes wide and close my mouth with my hand.

Jungkook was there in front of me and he was only wearing a towel wrapped around his waist as countless water drops cascaded down his chest.
I was shocked, I couldn't say anything but I immediately looked away from his bare body.

"Even seeing me practically naked didn't makes you talk to me? You must hate me so much" Jungkook was the first to interrupt that awkward silence.
"I expected at least a scream, a laugh, but nothing..."
"What am I supposed to say to you? Cover yourself up, you depraved" I looked at him grimly.
"Depraved? Here, between us the pervert would be you, since it's the boys' locker room."
I blushed with shame, realizing he was right.

"Well I'll go, don't worry"
I made to get my things when Jungkook grabbed my wrist.
"Just waiting for a moment"
I didn't have time to reply that I felt the same drops of water coming down Jungkook's body, now along mine.
He was hugging me. I was surprised that I couldn't help but let out of my mouth what seemed like a groan, caused by his touch.

"Sorry"

Was he apologizing? Jungkook? Mister 'I enjoy taking the piss out of you and the more I can bother you the better is'? Was that Jungkook apologizing?

"For what?"
"You know"
"No Jungkook, I don't and I don't even think that you have realized well what you did at the cinema and then at the restaurant, not to mention New Year's Eve again" I was starting to talk in a burst.
"Now I know I was wrong, I swear, it won't happen again, but don't stop talking to me anymore. It's weird after 15 years knowing each other..."

I couldn't look him in the eye because he hadn't yet released that hug. But he seemed very sorry. He was tender in those paths.
He never showed himself to me like this.
But why now? Why did he hug me? Why was he acting like the tender and sweet guy?

I suddenly pushed him away and he looked at me confused and hopeful at the same time. He wanted me to accept that apology.
I could see his abs twitching from a breath that seemed to be sweating.

I took a moment to observe him in that state, naked and sorry.
Kim Hayun, why couldn't you take your eyes off him?

"Are you going to forgive me or are you going to keep staring at me by biting your lip?"
I didn't even realize how much time I had spent staring at him and how my body was reacting to that view.
One thing was certain though. Jungkook had already started to provoke me again.

"Come on, I promise I won't do anything to get between you and Jimin, I won't ruin any of your dates"

Should I believe him? I mean, he was the usual Jungkook, he was not to be trusted.
I rolled my eyes as I took my bag and my shirt.
"See you Jeon, cover yourself or you'll get cold"

I left him there without an answer, but as soon as I left the locker room, I couldn't help but smile confused.
What does that hug mean?