Imagine Book 2

Breaking his Focus- Jungkook (BTS)

Fem Y/N

The private gym was Jungkook's sanctuary. Equipped with everything he needed—state-of-the-art machines, free weights, punching bags, and even a corner for yoga and stretching—it was a haven where he could push himself to his limits without distraction. It was also a place where he could unwind, far from the public eye. But today, it wasn't just his; Y/N had decided to join him.

She sat cross-legged on the padded floor, scrolling on her phone while Jungkook went through his sets, sweat dripping down his forehead, jaw tight with focus. His black tank top clung to his body, accentuating every ripple of muscle as he moved through his routine. He was in the zone, earphones in, his music of choice probably blasting some bass-heavy beats to keep him going.

Y/N admired him for a while, her chin resting on her hand. Watching him like this was mesmerizing. The way his biceps flexed with each curl, the sheer determination in his gaze, the occasional grunt that escaped his lips—it was all ridiculously attractive. But after an hour and a half of watching and playing games on her phone, she started to feel restless.

"How long are you going to keep this up, Mr. Focused?" she called out, her voice cutting through the soft hum of the air conditioning.

Jungkook didn't hear her. He was busy adjusting the weight on the barbell for his deadlifts, his expression serious.

Y/N pouted. She got to her feet, brushing imaginary dust off her leggings, and walked over to him. She stood just outside his peripheral vision, waiting for a moment when he'd notice her. When that didn't happen, she crossed her arms, leaning against the nearest machine.

"Jungkook," she said louder, and this time, she reached out to poke his arm.

He finally pulled out one earphone, glancing at her with a mix of curiosity and mild exasperation. "What's up?"

"How long are you going to ignore me?"

"I'm not ignoring you," he replied, gesturing to the weights. "I'm just working out. You can join me, you know."

Y/N raised an eyebrow. "I did join you. I've been here for ages, but you're too busy being all... serious and sweaty."

Jungkook chuckled, shaking his head. "That's kind of the point of working out, babe."

"Yeah, but it's boring just sitting around. Do something fun," she said, stepping closer and tugging lightly on the hem of his tank top.

"This is fun," he insisted, turning back to his barbell.

Y/N sighed dramatically. She watched as he positioned himself for his next set, the way his legs planted firmly on the ground, his grip steady and strong. He started lifting, and she counted silently, her eyes fixed on him.

By the eighth rep, she decided enough was enough.

She crouched down to his level, leaning forward so that her face was directly in his line of sight as he straightened up. "Hey," she said brightly, grinning mischievously.

Jungkook let out an amused huff, setting the barbell down with a soft clank. "Y/N..."

"What?" she asked, feigning innocence.

"You're distracting me."

"Am I?" She tilted her head, her grin widening.

"Yes," he said, though the corners of his mouth twitched like he was trying not to smile. "And if I drop this barbell because of you, it's on you to carry me to the hospital."

"Oh, please," she said, rolling her eyes. "You're indestructible, remember? Isn't that what ARMY calls you?"

Jungkook chuckled, shaking his head again as he reached for his water bottle. He took a long sip, his Adam's apple bobbing as he drank, and Y/N found herself momentarily distracted by the sight.