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10 - stuck

It's been a few months since school started, and you've lost around 4kg (9-ish pounds). It's not as much progress as you wanted, but you definitely feel better. Of course you did well in the beginning, working out everyday and getting stronger, but the rush of it all soon died down and you had to make yourself get up and sweat. Apparently it's normal, but you're a perfectionist and hard on yourself, and slacking off wasn't an exception.

You've found that dancing is a great way to workout, but in turn had to suffer through the first realizations that you really did gain weight. You shield your eyes whenever you first see your chubby legs scraping against each other in the mirror. "You should video tape yourself to see where to improve!" You recall Joe advising. You tried it once, and hated it. Cringing at the thought of performing a choreography to anyone and having that be what they see. Never again.

One late night after school, you're heading to the local public gym. It's not great quality but it's the only one you could find that had a private room with a mirror for dancing.

The wind licks at your bare cheeks, freezing them. It's almost 9, and the gym closes at 10, and you have to get 1 hour of cardio in. You hurry.

You push at the glass door and the warmth of the gym reassures you. You make your way to the reception desk. You sigh in annoyance. It's him again.

Sleeping soundly at the desk is your least favorite employee here. You've only had a few interactions with him, and he was cold and robotic in all of them.

Min Yoongi.

You recall the last time you woke him up and shudder at his dead eyes staring at you, so you choose not to this time. You brush your gym card against the rusty old card reader device, and reach over the desk carefully to pick up a small towel. You gently make your way into the dance area and scan the rest of the gym through the partially clear glass separating the two areas. Cool, no one's here.

You slowly take your jacket off, scanning the problem areas of your body. Stomach, legs, arms, face...everywhere. You sigh and turn to set the jacket down.

After training for dancing, you end up at the corner of the small room, sitting on the floor panting. You wipe the back of your hand across your forehead. Wet. You did well today. So well that your vision blurs; your body aches; your teeth stings. You check the time. 9:56. Time to go.

You sense people talking in the gym, outside the security of the dance room. You shuffle to the door and peak out. Your eyes widen at the situation.

Yoongi is having a shouting match with the red haired guy in his group. You heard he's a player. You think his name's Jimin? He jabs his finger at the air towards him. Jimin throws his hands up in annoyance, shaking his head. Yoongi shouts again, Jimin continues to ignore him. Then they're still, and you remove an earphone from your ear.

You hear Yoongi sigh. "You know what?" He says, his tone deadly. "You need to think about what I said." Jimin scoffs, his broad back facing Yoongi on the other side of the gym. Yoongi looks ready to kill. He looks at Jimin one last time before heading out the gym.

He turns the lights off.

Jimin pops his head up at the darkness. His head swings to a fuming Yoongi who's standing on the other side of the glass door, his hands on the lock.

Your eyebrows scrunch at the chill of sudden apprehension.

"Yoongi hyung..." Jimin slowly turns his chest to the door, his hands hovering, cautious. "Drop the key hyung." Jimin takes slow steps towards the door, though it doesn't make much of a difference since he's deep in the gym.

You hear the quick click of the key, and the metallic clunks of it being removed from the lock. You exhale a breath of relief you didn't realize you were holding. Thank god, I have to get home!

"Yoongi!!" You're startled at the sound of Jimin running to the exit door. What're you surprised at? Of course he's not gonna lock us in.

"I'm locking you in for the night." Whaaaat??

"I won't shut the heater or water off, it's just you anyway! No one came in after 9." You hear a distant Yoongi yell. What the fuck. He's already started his electric scooter to go home. What, the fuck??

"Yoongi!!! You can't do this!" Jimin bangs on the door. "This is the only way for you to calm the fuck down and think about what I said, with no distractions. I'll be back at 6am tomorrow!" The engine roars.

"Wait!" You scramble up from your resting position and bang your hands on the cold glass door next to Jimin. "There's someone else here!!" But it's too late. He's already gone.

You stare out at the dark and empty street. You feel Jimin's eyes on you. You slowly turn your body to face him, his eyes are wide and in shock.

He laughs. No, that wasn't a real laugh. "Fucking shit." You hear him mutter under his breath. You watch him pace around with his hands on his hips. You sigh with him. He turns to you quickly, his face hopeful, his right hand is raised. "Call someone with your phone." He demands.

You give him an awkward nod and pat your body for your phone. You realize it's still in the dance room with all your other things so you rush inside. You press hard at the phone. "Fuck." You curse. You stand up and turn to face him, he's holding the dance door open, peering inside. You wave the device defeatedly at him. "It's dead."

He sighs audibly. "Do you have your phone?" You ask meekly. "No, why the hell would I ask you for yours if I had mine??" He yells.

Finally, you realize the situation. You're stuck here, in the gym, with an arrogant prick who hasn't shown an ounce of kindness to you, ever. No more playing nice.

You scoff, he looks at you, like you just offended him. You look back at him, trying your best to mimic his look. You get your jacket and sit across from his standing position on the floor, your back against the mirror. "What're you doing." He states more than asks. "What do you think dumbass?? We have no way out, and no way to communicate with someone to get us out. I'm getting comfortable." You say matter-of-fact-ly and lay your jacket on your legs. Partially because this is the closest thing to a blanket you can use for sleep tonight, but also because you don't want him to see your thicc thighs.

He stares down at you with a disgusted face, before marching away to some other area in the gym.

Stuck in a gym overnight with Park Jimin. Just my luck.

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