"I changed myself for you, to be the ideal man for you. To hold you close and make love to you like I've always wanted."
In which the joke of the school blooms into a beautiful man in the blink of an eye, all due to one girl who helped him recover f...
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"4 minutes come on!" You pant as you motivate Jimin to your left, whom you've accompanied to the gym. Jimin's legs looked like they'd give up on him any minute now, but every time he glanced in your direction he'd push himself more.
"Aaaand...done!" You exclaimed, shutting the treadmill off as Jimin did the same. You looked over at him and saw him panting heavily with his head down, his hands holding onto the treadmill handles. After a few seconds he looked up at your smiling face and gave a tired thumbs up.
"I...still can't get over the damn fact that...you play Call Of Duty. Out of all...people..." Jimin continued to pant yet ever so desperately attempted breathe out the above statement.
"The hell's that supposed to mean?" You jokingly put on an offended facade, "'Cause I'm a girl? Catch me beat your ass in seconds once we play together." You declared, hearing a soft chuckle from Jimin in response.
The two of you then moved onto lifting weights. You didn't particularly focus on that area so much for yourself, but Jimin emphasized that he wants to build up his strength so you've pushed yourself as well.
Next were sit ups and squats; you both did 50 each, taking tiny breaks in between. Words of encouragement never stopped as you continuously pushed Jimin to the most he's capable of. You concluded the workout with trying out a variety of other machines at the gym.
"It's been a good day, keep it up." You say, zipping up your gym bag then taking a sip from your water bottle.
"I wouldn't be nearly as motivated if it weren't for you, Y/n." He spoke seriously, to which you replied with a soft smile.
You make your way out of the gym and take a walk to your place. It's quiet for a moment before a hint of concern wells ups in your chest.
"Jimin you...haven't been throwing up these past few days have you?" You ask suddenly as you look at the ground, almost feeling Jimin's discomfort radiate off of him.
"Thankfully no. I...do get tempted though, especially when I feel like binge eating." He truthfully answers, getting quiet for minute again as both of you proceeded to walk.
"But then I remember how much you're going out of your way to help me. No one's forcing you to do this and...I know you'd be disappointed in me if were to ever go down that route." He continues, looking at you determinedly.
You let out a breathy and relieved chuckle, grip loosening from the bag handles over your shoulder. "Good to know."
