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"Get out!" You yelled.
"Can't, I'm standing against the door so no one comes in here and sees you changing, don't worry I'm not looking at you" he scoffs.
Yoga was cancelled in the usual building as the pipes had burst and flooded the whole studio, it had been moved to the boxing club, they had kindly divided the room for your class, until the studio was up and running again.
You were still early so you decided to wait for the others to show up, and decided to look around. The boxing club was huge, there were ribbons and trophies in all the cabinets that were displayed on the walls, apparently this club brought a lot of pride to the school.
You were interrupted from your perusing as a light tap was felt on your shoulder, as You turned around it was no other than Park Jimin. Can't a girl catch a break?
"What you doing here?" He asked eyes haunting you, he looked angry.
"I'm here for my yoga class" He looked down at your attire, jeans and your hoodie
"In that?"
"Of course not, I just don't know where I'm suppose to change" You dipped your head low, shy all of sudden because the room was full of muscular men.
"Come with me" he gripped your wrist and pulled you into a back room, lockers were lined up from wall to wall, with benches in between. "Go ahead" he motioned.
"Get out!" You yelled.
"Can't, I'm standing against the door so no one comes in here and sees you changing, don't worry I'm not looking at you" he scoffs.
"Well it wouldn't be the first time you've spied on me" you murmured.
"I wasn't spying on you" he grit.
"Yea right" you scoffed.
You changed into your leggings and sports bra, shifting quick glances to make sure Jimin wasn't watching you, he wasn't, he looked away the whole time.
"You're not even my type!" He said frustrated, knowing full well he was already picturing you in your pink underwear.
"Oh no, whatever shall I do?" Your voice dripped with sarcasm.
Jimin turned to look at you, he saw you in your tight leggings and sports bra, trying to look away the best he could.
As you both exited the back room, all the boys from the boxing club stared at you, in all your tight ass glory, Jimin was very annoyed at everyone leering at you.
"You can't just go around in something like that, boys will stare at you" he said removing his hoody to reveal his perfectly shaped abs, only to be covered by a thin vest underneath, throwing his hoodie over your head he nodded and walked away.
You hid your face in his giant hoodie, as awkwardness peaked between you and the sheer vast of boys in the room.
"You want to warm up with me while you wait?" He grit through his teeth watching you stand there alone being gawked at, you felt shy standing alone so you agreed.
Jimin handed you a pair of boxing gloves, and led you over to a bench, he squatted down infront of you as you sat, and he started binding your hands to protect them before fitting the gloves over the top, and lacing them up.
You tried not to look at him the whole time, his eyebrows drawn together as he concentrated on the gloves, he was pretty cute, when we wasn't being snarky and a complete douche.
He tapped his hands over your gloves as he finished and looked up at your face, and in that moment he was gorgeous, he wasn't frowning, smirking or snide, he smiled a tiny bit.
As he got up and walked casually to a punching bag, you let out a long breath you had been holding in, almost at a gasp to breath again.
You punched the bag weakly, he laughed at your attempt, but it was all in good fun as he guided your arms from behind you and corrected your stance.
You were enjoying punching the shit out of the bag, until you accidentally elbowed Jimin in the eye.
"Oh I'm so sorry, I think I got to carried away" giggling yet still slightly concerned.
"Thanks for ruining my face" he scowled rubbing his eye.
"Maybe I should take up boxing instead" you giggled.
You slapped his hands away from rubbing his eye, to take a peek holding his face in your gloves hands, you didn't think it would bruise, as you inspected jimin's eye his gazed lowered to your pretty pink open lips.
He pouted and looked down as you scanned his eye, maybe he's sulking you thought, you kissed your glove and placed it over his eye, mocking him like a child that had hurt themselves only to run to their mother for comfort.
"Don't be a baby" you smiled and turned your back to again to face the bag, Jimin felt his heart pound in his chest, and he smiled at your gesture and continued to teach you.
You had quite the audience as you continued, some were confused, some were curious, watching The Park Jimin teach you such tediously new things,
Jimin never sparred with anyone but the coach, no one was ever as good as him, yet here he was teaching some girl the basics.
They only concluded to one possible reason, that you were his girl.
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