2 Moons Re-imagined

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[A/N] : Proceed to the 1st chap for disclaimer! 😮😮
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Forth's P.O.V

Beams of sunlight from the patches of leaves slowly swaying from the early morning breeze bounces of my skin, thin layer of sweat visible due to my jogging. [A/N: Hahahah! Foreshadowing much? Nah, 😂😂]

I inhaled the fresh air, feeling my lungs contract to accommodate the oxygen I fed it, then slowly released it in a slow and rythmical process.

Beads of sweat permeates my body but I continue to run, feeling the satisfying ache it brings me, pumping my veins with adrenaline, circulating much needed blood throughout my body, making me flush, making my breathing to increase in tempo.

After another lap of jogging, I slowly decreased my pace from a fast jog, to a slow jog, then after a minute, made my pace to a fast walk, then slowly slows it more to a slow walk. I still remember my trainer saying that it is not good for the body to suddenly stop from a heavy work-out, that you need to deliberately ease it down for the body to cope up.

After a while, my heartbeat slows down and I stop to rest, bending my body backwards, my face facing the early morning sky, hands on both my sides, resting.

Twisting open the water tumbler I'm holding, I gulped some much needed refreshingly cold water, savouring the satisfaction of it gliding down my throat.

I wipe my face clean with the towel on my shoulder, while I roam my eyes on the early morning activities I could see other people are busy with.

I was just about to gulp a few more mouthful of water when suddenly my eyes settled on something that I would deny that caused me my reaction, even on my death bed. I did not, and never did, moan a small moan of surprise, ever in my life, when my eyes settled on the most beautiful human being just a few yards away from me, wearing sinfully tight, form-fitting sleeveless white shirt, drench in sweat and oh-god-is-that-his-nipples-Hooomyghod-forth-calm-the-fu*k-down!!

Eyes still wide and staring, I violently shake my head. I hastily searched my pockets for my phone, and finding it, took as many photos as I can, and a video, just one video, a video of him wiping off sweat from his face with the collar of his sinfully almost-translucent sleeveless​ white shirt, exposing soft but still firm looking abs, an honest to god 'v' curve that I will also deny that I drooled over when I zoomed it on the video, making out the thin but still noticeable happy trail that travels down to his low-hanging super-fu*king-skinny-af-ripped-black-jeans that left nothing to my addled brain to imagine.

'Holy-fu*k! It's, like, 7 in the morning! What the hell?!' I complained internally.

Slapping my face, I forced my self out of my erotic musings.

Saving the video for later, I sweep my gaze around, suddenly conscious of someone seeing me drooling.

There, on my immediate left, is a hoard of giggling girls, a couple of guys still staring dazedly, and a group of gays fanning themselves while recording a now honest-to-god-bending-down-to-lift-a-box guy I was also avidly drooli- I mean staring! Yes, staring.

'Is this guy for real!? What the fu*k?' I mused dazedly to myself.

Suddenly, a guy came out of the apartment the sexy guy was obviously carrying the box and other furniture into, smiling handsomely to the sexy guy.

The new guy, taller and tan, opposite of the sexy guy which has milky-white skin, silently tip-toes behind the sexy guy and when the sexy guy didn't notice, covered sexy guy's eyes with his hands, making sexy guy squirm, trying to dislodge new guy from him, clearly berating the new guy.