The Magician || Jinkook

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Jin

As soon as I step into the gym I spot him by my favorite leg machine. It's that guy. There's no mistaking that muscular back and messy-bun hairstyle. I was hoping he wouldn't be here, but for some reason we always work out at the same time of day. Even when I try to avoid him he seems to be thinking the same thing and we end up together either way. Like, come on! I'm here at 2 AM right now just to be alone at the gym, but for some reason he's here too! It's so annoying and on top of that he's hogging the machine I wanted to use.

I angrily take a sip of my water bottle while walking to the treadmill instead and on my way there we accidentally get eye contact like always. He seems shocked to see me here at this ungodly hour, but he quickly catches himself and gives me the evil eye. I glare back at him until the very moment I step into the treadmill. Stupid stranger making me change up my routine. I'm supposed to do cardio last, but he gives me no other choice unless I want to fuck my whole schedule up.

I set the speed one notch higher than I'm actually comfortable with and I hear him adding more weights to his machine. Ugh, I seriously hate this dude. Who the hell does he think he is? I've never even talked to him and yet he sees me as some kind of rival. Whatever I do in here he always tries to one-up me. Unfortunately for him I'm not that easy to defeat. I have the body and will of a soldier and I will not lose to that rude prick.

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30 minutes of running later and I feel like collapsing. So much for my soldier mentality when I'm actually supposed to be sleeping in bed. The other guy has been doing weightlifting all around the gym while I've been busy. I feel like he's probably already done with his workout but sticks around just to make sure he's the last one to leave. We'll see about that though. I'm tired as shit, but that won't stop me from completing what I came here to do.

I down half of my water to clench my thirst and I feel Mr. Bun watching me from where he quietly sits on a wooden box doing bicep curls. I give him an irritated look before ignoring him and walking to the leg machine I was waiting for. I might not be able to do as good as I was hoping considering my legs are already like noodles. Jimin was right about it being a bad idea coming here late at night. We have classes in the morning too.

I turn up the volume on my headphones and get to work. My head spins a little, but it's nothing I can't handle. Since only my legs need to be working I spend my time sneaking glances at my rival. His clothes are drenched in sweat from him being here so long and I notice his typical initials on his shorts.

JK.

Almost all his clothes have those letters and I've seen a lot of them since I run into him all the fucking time here. Either JK is a brand I've never heard of (which is impossible since I know almost all fashion brands) or it's the actual initials for his name. Why would it be necessary to mark his clothes like that though? Is he a klutz who forgets his clothes or just self-obsessed?

He suddenly looks at me and I turn away my gaze in hopes of him not noticing that I was staring. When he goes back to focusing on his weights I carefully continue analyzing him. His black hair sticks to his forehead like glue, he has a big nose and I can see he has a small scar on his cheek. He's quite muscular but that's to be expected since he practically lives in here. Maybe I should consider changing gyms.

A new person appears in the doorway, but he's just dressed in normal clothes. Kind of strange, but it makes sense when he walks straight up to Mr. Bun and taps him on the shoulder. Said bun breaks out in a smile when he recognizes the blond man and I can see now that he has very prominent front teeth. I think it's the first time I've seen him smile. They talk for a bit and because of the loud music playing in my ears I don't hear a word of it. I discreetly pull out one of my earphones to eavesdrop on them.