Sehnsucht •KookV•

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Ray unnie, if you see this, I know I said I'll do the numbers in Sanskrit but I'll be putting up another fic for that so, don't worry~ Hope you enjoy your day~~

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"Es wird nicht leichter. Du wirst stärker"
-It doesn't get easier. You get stronger-

"Jay, don't slack off." A brown-haired male said as he moved between rows of sweaty males. He walked further, sighing as he helped a few people. "Get a grip, Beom. And use real weights, not your 'coldest water bottle'." He slapped the grouchy male on his back, the male flipping the bird at him. The instructor went around, giving his advice to everyone at the gym.

"Now that's what I call real boxing! Keep goin' number 73!" The boxing instructor said as he watched a male with dark brown hair throw punches at his opponent in the rink. The male was tall, heavily muscled. He was wearing a black sleeveless T-shirt with loose boxing shorts, showing off his ripped muscles. His dark brown hair was wet with sweat, sticking to his forehead. He nodded at the older male before going back to his practice.

A slam sounded in the room as the other person in the rink fell flat on his back, panting heavily. He waved his hand, signifies his defeat as he pulled off his gloves. "Damn Jk. Have some mercy on your partner, will ya?" He panted out as he slowly sat up, taking out his mouthguard. His instructor came up to him, passing him a water bottle and towel.

The male named 'Jk' smirked as he picked up his own bottle of water, rubbing his towel on his head to soak up the sweat. He jumped over the ropes, landing on his feet as he made his way to his bag. "Maybe you should actually start practising, yeah Gyum?" He shot back as he packed his bag. Everyone's eyes were on the male as he placed the towel on his neck, his jawline visible for all. The others in the room gulped as he patted the towel down on his nape.

He smirked as he heard the numerous gulps, smug at the effect he had on them. He packed his bag quickly, bumping his fist with his trainer as he threw his bag over his shoulder, making his way to the showers. Everyone's head turned as he walked past them, some even whistling. But everyone knew better than to approach him. He was the college's 'bad boy and heartthrob'.

Walking into the luxuries stalls, the brown-haired male dropped his bag outside before stepping in and stripping from his sweat laden clothes. He turned on the water, feeling the cold drops hit his body. He quickly washed up, soap foam flowing down his toned body. The water stopped and he dried himself a bit, wrapping a towel around his waist as he walked to the mirrors.

He looked at himself, drops of water rolling down his collarbone to his perfect set of abs. He smirked at the mirror, pushing his hair back as he looked at his knuckles to search for any injury. Finding none, he quickly put on his casual clothes, slipping on a leather jacket as he swiped his thumb over the cut on his cheek. He shrugged, walking out and going to the parking lot. He walked up to his thunder grey Yamaha YZF R15 V3, putting on his bag properly as he hopped on, revving the engine.

The wind hit his face as he raced the cars on the busy streets os Seoul, making his way to his college. His hair blew with the wind, tickling his face as he accelerated, letting out a loud hoot as he sped off, not having a care in the world.

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Name: Jeon Jungkook

Age: 21

Occupation: Intern at 'KEB Hana Bank', Jung-gu, Seoul.

Education: B.Com (second year), Korea University, Seongbuk-gu, Seoul.