Paper Planes | Jungkook ff

Training sessions

"C'mon, attack me"

His hands are lazily resting on each side while he's glancing at me in an unbothered way, as he impatiently waits for me to do a move.

Small sweat drops form on my forehead while I hesitate, not knowing what to do exactly or more specifically, how he is going to react.
He rolls his eyes at my hesitation and I can tell by his movement that he's annoyed by it.
"If you're not going to, then I will, and you gonna try to defen-"
"-Nonono, let me attack!" I say panicking because I'm afraid of his attacks which I experienced a few times now since we started training in the hall where Jungkook spends most of his time.

This place here is the source of his well built body.

He picked me up this morning, or rather, dragged me out of my house, literally, because I changed my mind last minute as I started regretting my decision to learn self defense which I had requested yesterday.
I was too nervous and self conscious all of a sudden remembering my limits and bounded amount of energy but Jungkook didn't allow me get back as he insisted that this was the best decision I've ever made so far.
Now we're here-
in this dangerous looking training hall filled with dangerous looking people doing some dangerous looking exercises.
And in the centre it's me-
a weakly and pathetically looking girl.

Everyone here seems to be knowing Jungkook because as soon as we entered the hall 3 hours ago some guys approached him greeting him with a brotherly hand shake and the others just gave him silent nods as we walked past them. Nonetheless, I could feel their curious glances from time to time which died down quickly after Jungkook gave them a warning look.

After yesterday's harassment , I spent almost 2 hours with Jungkook in his car, crying my eyes out and nagging about my lack of power and strength under his comfort.
He stroke my hair and my hand in the meantime helping me to calm down while promising to help me get stronger.
I'm truly happy that he changed his mind about distancing himself from me, which didn't take long though, but I didn't think that the costs to get him back were so high.
I mean, I had to attend a dangerous club and got sexually harassed in order for him to get back into my life.
That's really pathetic for the both of us.

I'm wondering if he also would've gotten back to me if I didn't go to that club? If Chris would've celebrated in another one? Or if these guys wouldn't have harassed me in the most disgusting way?
Ugh, I have to tremble when I think back about filthy hands touching my body and cold lips sucking on my throat.
If it wasn't for Jungkook rescuing me, I'm pretty sure I would've developed another ptsd.

So many questions whose answers are unclear but to be honest at this point, it also doesn't matter anymore. His presence means so much to me, that's what I confirmed yesterday and that's important now.
Nevertheless, I try to be cautious with my feelings because I can't trust him fully yet; he's too unpredictable and I don't know if he's going to change his mind again after it's too late and I'm already too attached and used to him being around me whenever I need.

I get interrupted by my daydream when a big hand grips my arm tightly and pulls me towards a hard chest.
"Hey! I was supposed to attack, not you!", I pout looking up at him with under my lashes with furrowed brows.

"No attacker will patiently wait for you to get your shit together" he chuckles "now try to free yourself like I showed you 100 times before".
I could feel his tight muscles pressing against my palms under the white tank top and the urge to admire them in their bare form drives me crazy. His tank top left his tattooed arm exposed, toned muscles pressing against his caramel smooth skin. His black, imposing gaze was trying to pin me down, make me submit to him.

"Wondering what's underneath?"

he asks playfully with a smug smirk on his face as he notices my inappropriated stares.