─ in-house gym

@◈ jung jaehyun⁻ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᵉʳ the close proximity has Jennies heart in , she can feel his breath mingling with hers. she wants him so bad no matter how wrong it suddenly feels with the newly learned information.
oh is that so?
she feigns disappointment, the slightest bit being true but really she had expected this. men are nothing but talk and that’s it.
well..
she maintains eye contact as she slowly moves to stand up , the both of them almost nose to nose
then, let me know when you’re no longer an engaged man or at least one of action.
her voice was nothing shy of taunting, the corner of her lip curling upwards into a small smirk

@☾ jennie kim ʳᵘᵇʸ ʲᵃⁿᵉ a soft scoff huffs out past his lips. 'i wouldn't leave you touch starved,' she said. for some reason, he can easily believe that, but part of him wonders why she wasn't turned off by the revelation of his fiancée. the other part of him assumes a reason, but the part of him left in wonder is curious enough to ponder over it.
you don't mind, huh?
he repeats, leaning forward and holding onto the arms of her chair to move in up close and personal, eye to eye. his words leave him in a soft whisper.
...you're a dangerous one. and i know you know that.
his eyes flick down to her lips once more, his tongue swiping between his own in thought again since she said she didn't mind. and if not for the thought of his cousin coming to mind, he probably would close the distance between them, but he couldn't do anything here. and not now. not with the risk of his cousin popping in unexpectedly. (as she would sometimes do)
i think it's time we end your appointment.

@◈ jung jaehyun⁻ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᵉʳ now that intrigues Jennie. touch starved? perhaps he and his lover weren’t on good terms at the moment. against better judgment, the embarrassment she had felt not even seconds ago is melting away replaced by something else, something jennie knew was wrong but the compliments and the pride swelling clouded her good conscience.
i dont mind the way you behaved….
if you’re lover isn’t satisfying you, your eyes will naturally look else.
I know I’ve only known you for like maybeee 30 minutes at most, but I think it’s something to consider.
if I had someone like you as my fiancé, I wouldn’t leave you touch starved.

@☾ jennie kim ʳᵘᵇʸ ʲᵃⁿᵉ he chuckles a bit and nods, eyebrows rising in agreement because he wonders the same, but deep down he knows. he just wonders if he should admit it to her out loud.
well...
he says to start, leaning against the table beside her and crossing his arms over his chest loosely.
to be honest, i do... and i don't look at every woman that way, no, but it's been a while since someone has returned that kind of gaze my way.
heaves a small sigh, his fingers tapping against his arm absently.
i'm a little... how you say— touch starved? forgive me for the way i behaved. it won't happen again.

@◈ jung jaehyun⁻ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᵉʳ her jaw slackens at the sudden revelation of his fiancée, so much so it starts to hurt. she closes quickly, sitting up straight trying to rid herself of the oncoming blush that colors her cheeks in embarrassment
oh.
a couple of blinks later she’s pulling her eyebrows together in slight confusion, the curious tilt of her head only adding to her expression
if you’re soon to be married /why/ are you looking at me with ‘i wanna you’ eyes? do you look at every woman that way, hm?

@☾ jennie kim ʳᵘᵇʸ ʲᵃⁿᵉ though he knows he doesn't need to, he does mull over her question seriously because he's suddenly questioning himself and whether he should pay her flirting any serious attention. as much as he'd love to outright reciprocate, his fiancée does come to mind at that moment and part of him does start to feel a little guilty.
it's not really about what i prefer as much as it is about what you want.
his hands slowly move up her leg to place themselves on either of her knees, eager to pull them apart but he does the exact opposite and stands up again.
listen, i'm flattered, but i have a fiancée. i don't think she'd appreciate me giving you reasons to stay up.
one of his hands lets the tip of its fingers gently lift her chin to look at him once more, his mind trying not to wander to inappropriate thoughts about how she looked from this angle and this distance. once again, the smile on his face returns, his voice sweet and low when he speaks again.
but you're welcome to stay and exercise or stretch if you'd like... it's entirely up to you.

@◈ jung jaehyun⁻ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᵉʳ would you prefer that I get some rest?
she redirects the question back at him though it was mostly rhetorical , leaning her top half down till she’s almost at eye level with him. there’s a deviously confident glint in her dark irises
because i can see how you’re looking at me , jamie. and it doesn’t look like you want me to rest , it looks like you want to be the reason to keep up and then need rest
her voice is low despite the two being the only bodies in the room. perhaps she was being too forward just as before but jennie has never shied away from something- someone, that she wants and she needed this man a week ago
unless i am mistaken but i wouldn’t mind for you to be the reason i stay up either

@☾ jennie kim ʳᵘᵇʸ ʲᵃⁿᵉ a chuckle slips from his lips, teeth flashing for a moment before he realizes.
sorry, sorry. i didn't realize moving from a comfortable table to a comfortable chair would be such a workout.
he quips back, playfully. he doesn't see the harm in doing at least that. besides, it probably was just in her personality to flirt or banter like this. it'd be okay. seeing her little pout, however, unconsciously draws his attention to her lips... they looked supple, smooth and sweet... kissable... and it takes him a second to catch himself staring, but he quickly shifts his gaze to her ankle again, shaking his head at her question honestly.
no, no. quite the contrary, but i do know you idols have busy schedules and i don't wish to keep you if you have no reason to stay.
once more, he kneels before her to take hold of her heel in his palm with one hand and bring his other hand to the side of her calf as she stretches out her ankle, getting a feel for the way her muscles move.
wouldn't you prefer to get some rest while you have this chance?

@◈ jung jaehyun⁻ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᵉʳ making me move around so much, i'd almost call it an exercise in itself
she huffs with no real malice or annoyance in her words, she pushes herself off the table and falls unceremoniously into the chair. she grabbed the band that he had oh so graciously gotten for her, placing her foot inside and stretching her ankle out while doing so
awwwww
she feigns a pout , arms still pulling on the band as she looks up at Jamie, realistically she had wanted to stay a little bit longer to stare at the male trainer and it seemed like he was pushing her out. maybe she had come a bit too strong and it turned him away
you seem eager to make me leave, you know. are you not enjoying my company ? hm?

@☾ jennie kim ʳᵘᵇʸ ʲᵃⁿᵉ he almost wants to take a moment to just look at her, partly to give her eyes that let her know she needed to watch it and partly because he wanted to make sure he's not misunderstanding her double entendres, but he knows better. clearing his throat, he rises to go bring over a chair for her to have a proper seat and grab a resistance band for her.
please sit here. i'm going to have you do a few exercises with the band and without to test your strength.
checking his watch, he notes that they still have a while before the session ended, but because she seemed fine, he didn't see any reason why they would need a full one. plus, cutting it early gave him an excuse to have her leave. no more temptation, he thinks.
after that, and since you're walking okay, you're free to go. it seems as though your prior therapy helped enough for me to clear you.

@◈ jung jaehyun⁻ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᵉʳ the more he talks the more jennie can inwardly feel herself becoming more feral. why was this man so fine? what made him so special? normally she hated men, despised them. this one makes her soft yet she wants to sit on his- she was just a girl after all and this jamie was too cute with dimples, a degree and an accent
it doesn’t.
she replies , letting eyes drop to his gentle hands working at her ankle. they were big and veiny. oh for s sake.
check my what?
with a teasing lilt to her tone, she her head tauntingly almost daring him to repeat it
kidding. thats fine by me, put me in any position i can adjust.

@☾ jennie kim ʳᵘᵇʸ ʲᵃⁿᵉ ah, so your father's a hotelier! how cool! i studied kinesiology in poole and london partly. it's what landed me this job.
still being careful, he pulls her foot forward toward him and then side to side to gauge her range of motion, then he presses a thumb beside her ankle, just above her heel.
does it hurt when i touch here?
he looks up to her again, trying not to pay too much attention to her flirting, but a scoff does slip, earning her a very brief smirk that makes his smile twitch. he needs to be very careful with this one, huh?
if it doesn't, and there is no other pain, i'd like to check your fl-
he catches himself.
your range of motion... we'll do some strengthening exercises, okay?

@◈ jung jaehyun⁻ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᵉʳ (Forget i said her accent was northern lmao)
Mayfair.
My dad wanted to help build a district of hotels there.
she explains casually eyes following the trainer, taking note of his cute dimples that appear when he smiles or when his mouth moves a certain way
I always said France was like a third home to me, i’m there quite often. what did you study?
perhaps she was being a little nosey but she’s always been willing to indulge herself in doing so. plus, she could listen to him talk for hours. his voice was like pure honey.
her formally injured ankle was now exposed; she nods her head innocently enough, a contradiction to what comes out of next looking him straight in the eyes, into his soul
i’m very flexible

@☾ jennie kim ʳᵘᵇʸ ʲᵃⁿᵉ oh? what part of england?
he continues in english, pretending not to notice her smile though it does linger in his mind while he takes a seat on a nearby stool. he's already getting the sense that she's trouble... just his type. and he doesn't know if it's his loneliness from missing his fiancée's affection making him susceptible to being charmed, but he doesn't let it show. he has to remain professional and he makes a relaxed effort to keep his smile that way.
i studied there as well when not in france. it was closer to my home.
carefully, he removes one of her shoes to gently take hold of her heel and stretch her foot back slowly, eyes pointing back up to her face to make sure she's okay.
let me know if i hurt you, okay? i'm testing your flexibility.

@◈ jung jaehyun⁻ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᵉʳ there was a subtle accent to his korean , voice switching along with the language and jennie genuinely wanted to devour him whole. she needed to fall off stages more often (not literally).
jamie.
she repeats , lips quirked upwards in a smile that was nothing less than almost flirty
that was indeed English you just heard, I was raised in England you know
she lets her northern London accent shine in all its glory , doing just as he asks of her. her legs dangle from the table as she leans back on her hands
i notice you have an accent yourself, Stall unnie never said you lived in Europe

@☾ jennie kim ʳᵘᵇʸ ʲᵃⁿᵉ her voice registers in his ears a little late, startling him slightly and taking his mind off his schedule. despite this, he still shows her a polite smile and stands tall, walking around the desk with a small bow. chrystal didn't mention she'd be this petite. no wonder she was worried about him possibly breaking her. not only that, but he'd be lying to himself and god if he didn't find her a little charming in the way she greeted him, sized him up.
was that english i just heard?
he asks, his words linked together with little liasons from his slight accent from being in france so long and head leaning in a curious tilt. it'd been a while since he'd spoken the language, so he continues in it.
it's a pleasure to meet you as well. call me jamie.
normally, he'd kiss her cheek in greeting, but he had a feeling that'd be dangerous. especially given that look she gave him. motioning with an arm, he points to one of the cushioned tables and begins making his way over to it.
can i have you sit up here for me?

@◈ jung jaehyun⁻ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᵉʳ yessss unnie I understandddd for the millionth time. he’s your cousin of course I wouldn’t!
she gives a fake gasp , phone pressed to her ear as she enters the in house gym for her (much anticipated) appointment. she had been on the phone with Chrystal for well over ten minutes now though it was her fault for the ongoing lecture after she had commented on ‘how y the PT trainer is’ which just happened to be her cousin. how was she supposed to know? and she managed to screw herself out of a private 1 on 1 to a very unfortunate nobody asked for
unnie i have to go now, i’ll see you when you come, though please dont. love you, ciao
Oh hello-
she takes a step back finally noticing the figure that had been silently present at the front desk. she sets her chanel glasses on top of her head giving a small bow. definitely hotter in person and up close. good lord. must be a gym rat, she knows that body is rock solid underneath- she clears and her dirty mind (for now)
Nice to finally meet you

@☾ jennie kim ʳᵘᵇʸ ʲᵃⁿᵉ /having spent the day preparing the gym and cleaning the equipment after all the people who came by for their back-to-back appointments, jaehyun was due for a break. unfortunately for him, however, his next appointment, jennie, would be here soon.
merde.
/he curses under his breath, his teeth as he makes his way over to the front desk to check when he could fit in a break.
no gaps until after, huh...
/a sigh leaves him and he checks the time in the corner. 5 minutes. he figures he might as well wait for her here.

@♤ nakamoto yuta Gunil didn't dare interrupt their conversation so he stood off to the side slightly. He was known to have a tendency to pipe in accidentally due to his lack of social awareness. He was used to mostly communicating with Jooyeon, but they were both pretty awkward individuals so it made sense. Watching Yuta talk was somewhat amusing to Gunil, the way the man used his body to express himself often reminded Gunil of the way that he'd find Yuta dancing in the dorm when he thought no one was home, or that they were in their rooms. It was cute.
So, Gunil leaned back against a pole near the other two men and observed Yuta with a soft smile on his lips. After a couple of minutes, however, the trainer noticed him and ushered him over with a call of his name.

Awkwardly shuffling over towards the other two men, Gunil had a shy smile on his face, head ducked down slightly as he formed a little triangle with the two.

"Hello, I hope you're both having a good day!" He exclaimed only for the trainer to ask him about his work out.
"Oh, well, today I was focusing more on my legs, you know my arms don't really need much help." He laughed, eyes lighting up in amusement as the trainer for how his arms had bulked up while he'd been with the company. The trainer had him flex his bicep and the action had Gunil flushing slightly cause Yuta was there and he had Gunil had yet to acknowledge him. Internally he was groaning because he missed the conversational cues.

Bicep still in the air, he turns his head to look at Yuta with a blinding smile. "Hi Yuta! How is your workout going today?"

@♤ goo gunil just like any other day, yuta enjoyed a little chitty chat with people he accidentally crossed paths with. one, he was a social soul; two, he loved to bring a smile to someone else's face; and three, it helped him learn korean better at a faster pace. so it wasn't unusual for him to get to know new people - sometimes at the most random places, like the gym right now. he had no idea how he even got to talking with one of the trainers, but somehow they were having a conversation about iron man and how he was, or wasn't (he definitely is), the best marvel superhero.

they were so deep into their conversation that the japanese male had no idea his groupmate was approaching him; his arms were flailing around to try and explain himself better in a language he only pretty much knew the basics of.

@♤ nakamoto yuta Groaning lowly at the burn that had developed into his shoulders and upper back, Gunil knew that he had pushed himself a little harder than he normally would have. He was stressed, and the only way he had to give that a physical outlet was by working out, he still wasn't overly close to s so talking about it wasn't particularly something he was able to do right now, but he also knew that it was something he'd have to work on, especially if he wanted to get Yuta's help to learn guitar.

They had a friendly working relationship, thankfully some shining brighter so that those like Gunil didn't have to. Talking about brighter, he could see Yuta's bright smile from across the room as he chatted with one of the trainers.
Nudging his foot against the ground, Gunil worked up the courage to walk up to the other man, slowly making his way over, somewhat hoping that he wouldn't be spotted.

@✵ nakamoto yuta⁻ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᵉᵉ With the sweet relief of the bench now finally in his grasp, it was a shame that it ended with Taeil ruining his peace. The fight broke out so suddenly, over something so stupid (then again, Taeil was stupid), he hardly had time to process it. The altercation had begun with words, and ended with flying fists. The coach and fellow trainees cut in quickly, many struggling to hold back the loafy teammate. Opposite to him, Jooyeon couldn't help but be impressed at Yuta just... Sitting.

He wasn't one to intervene in confrontation, so he waited until Taeil was escorted out of the gym with the fuming coach at his heels. With the troublemaker gone, and the leader, it was free range for everyone else. Some choosing to go back to kicking the ball around, while others sat on the benches to gossip about what just occurred. With Yuta still on the ground, Jooyeon could already see the bloom of a bruise on his cheek. Who knows what prompted hi, but he inched closer to the man, until he was also sat in front of him. "I can help your face."

@✵ lee jooyeon⁻ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᵉᵉ Not being one to pick a fight, Yuta was the first to listen to the coach and head towards the seats. He brushed a hand over his chest and didn't spare Taeil another look - but that was before his head snapped to the side from an unexpected blow that had him stumbling to the side. Yuta wasn't easy to tick off, but this guy was definitely a douche and not doing anything would definitely not help his case (not when it came to these types of guys). Chaos really exploded right then and there; with the black-haired Japanese male on the defensive side, swinging an arm every now and then - but with no intention to hit. Once that penetrated the thick skull of the , it only infuriated him even more. Yuta was pretty good at dodging, his lean physique and soccer reflexes not letting him down, and he could not stop himself from throwing in a few comments here and there. Unfortunately, the guys jumping in to tear them apart only arrived after he'd already taken a few punches to his shoulder and head. Taeil really liked to play it dirty - Yuta wouldn't have been surprised if he pulled out some sort of weapon if the fight had continued. But thank God it did not come that far; a few teammates on the tall loaf of a man barely able to contain him - and a few on him, who used a little too much force to pull him back as he complied a lot easier than they had expected. It threw him off balance and in an attempt to not wobble five more steps and then fall, Yuta decided to just drop his knee to the ground and seat himself instead. Well, he knew better than to think these blows weren't going to leave bruises... but a man could hope.

@✵ nakamoto yuta⁻ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᵉᵉ Jooyeon's lungs were screaming. The ball was never passed /to/ him anymore (because, like he said, his team had caught on quickly to his lack of skills), but he was still the comedic team mascot running up and down the field. Ten paces too slow, with arms flapping while he walks in a way that makes him look he never grew into his limbs. The cons of this was that he couldn't breathe. The pros is that he saw everything. Including Taeil's foot shooting out to trip a player on the opposite team.

The other player had just been trying to recover from a last minute deke, Taeil's foot conveniently reaches out, sending the two players toppling to the waxed gym floor. "Heyyy!" a bunch of players start shouting, before the coach settles them down. Jooyeon can only watch flabbergasted when Taeil shrugs his shoulders with a cocky smirk, and announces something about the other 'tripping over his own feet'. Hmmm... "Switch!"

"Me!" It's another ring for freedom, making him miss the wordy retaliation from the man who was tripped. He forgets all about switching out a bench member for himself when shouting starts his shoulders up.

"What the did you say?! No! Say it again! off - leave me alone -!" Taeil shoves a trainee from their own team away when he steps over to attempt to diffuse the situation. "My feet don't what? My feet didn't do , so you better watch your ing mouth!" he continues, this time shoving Yuta in the chest with a hard, two-handed shove. He babbles insults for a solid half-minute more before even the coach runs over, sounding angrier than Taeil.

"Hey! You, and you! Cut it out! Take a seat! Jesus Christ," coach shouts, a hand running through his thinning hair.

The screaming stops, allowing Jooyeon to breathe for the first time since the altercation began, fingers wiggling to release the tension. Just when he thought it was over though, with Taeil glaring his seat down, the tall loaf of a man swings with his left arm, bringing a hook right onto Yuta's chin. And chaos explodes.

@✵ lee jooyeon⁻ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᵉᵉ Despite his efforts, it did not all go as smoothly. Yuta had been trying to undermine Taeil multiple times, but every time he could, there was some guy (on his own team) turning the damn tables. He wouldn't call himself annoyed - he wasn't a competitive player, but somehow he sure had hoped the switch was meant for him. It didn't discourage him, however, and he noticed how his team passed him the ball more and more often.

On his way to try another shot at a goal, Yuta tried dodging the guy in front of him, but as a result of that stumbled over someone's hooked foot trying to get the ball from him. The Japanese tripped and proceeded to bump into Taeil (the owner of the foot) and upon impact, they both crashed to the floor. While grunting in dismay, they stood back on their feet equally fast, but not without another impulsive and ruthless push to the foreigner's shoulders. But the latter was the first to comment; taking a step back as well as he had no interest in a physical fight.

"Your feet... they didn't learn? Should be... *twisted*." Not knowing the last word in Korean, Yuta resorted to Japanese instead while he gestured with his hands how Taeil should've kicked the ball instead of his feet.

That did not sit well with the guy, however. And while successfully dodging a physical fight, he leaped right into a verbal one.

@✵ nakamoto yuta⁻ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᵉᵉ It didn't take long for Jooyeon's teammates to recognize that he was one of the weaker links on the red pinny team. His headshot had been a one-time fluke that had led to a meager advantage. But he'd fumbled three subsequent passes, and lost all their confidence since. Probably for the better. And while most of the team was content with letting Jooyeon run around, he seemed to become Taeil's target number one. His chest burned already from the force of running laps up and down the court. On his run down he saw the first goal scored against them. Taeil's fiery glare found him seconds after.

The other team celebrated their victory while Taeil attacked an unexpecting Gatorade bottle with the tip of his cleat, the flying bottle narrowly avoiding Jooyeon who jumps back a step.

"Watch where you're going!" the brute snaps. Like Jooyeon was the one at fault for nearly being hit by the other's projectile.

"Switch! Switch!"

Finally! Jooyeon's prayers were answers! Thank the Lord! Everything could be accomplished through His love! He trips over his own feet in his race to get to the side bench, ready to kick his feet back and chug a gallon of his own water.

"Not you, Jooyeon! Get back out there!" His teammate's face is sympathetic, but urgent, and he lets him know with a gentle nudge back to the field.

And Jooyeon is a beat too late, his confusion freezing him, and rewinding him a half pace backwards, right on time to collide with the incoming Taeil. The collision ricochets the two trainees together, the ball escaping Taeil's feet and falling into the possession of a yellow pinny player.

"What did I say about watching where you're going, huh?!" Taeil shouts, shoving him in the shoulders.

Joo swears he sees steam following the man. His anger dives into the throng of the play, straight to Yuta dribbling down the court and towards their net.

@✵ lee jooyeon⁻ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᵉᵉ The timing was perfect; Yuta hadn't been able to show much of himself yet because most of the time he had no idea what was going on. For soccer, however, language barriers were no issue, which evidently led to the ideal moment to show his capability. He used to play a lot of soccer back in the day. And he was good too. However...

With his hopes high and his pants short, the Japanese male was all set to show off, only to have been placed with-

SMACK!

That.

But it wasn't in his nature to look down on people when they were bad at something; chances were high they had a knack for something he himself didn't. This just happened to be /his/ knack. His feet were light and his focus sharp as he swiftly slid past a few trainees. This Taeil guy wasn’t a bad player either, but Yuta could see through his ego and identify his lack of attention to detail; narcissistic habits and boastful flaunts were about to be his downfall. He let the other team pass the ball back and forth for a while, but as soon as it got back to Taeil Yuta shot into (real) action. He dashed across the arena and was able to chest trap the ball mid-flight. He then darted in the opposite direction. And it was his pass that eventually led to the first goal. That did not sit well with the overly confident opponent. And he was sure he was going to hear from it — not that he’d understand much of it though.

( dw it’ll get shorter over time probably XD )

@✵ nakamoto yuta⁻ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᵉᵉ As a trainee, Jooyeon had quickly adjusted to being forced to do things he didn't want to. With today being no exception.

It was a day where trainees were rallied up, like a pack of high school students, to partake in mandatory physical activity to "build their stamina". Could there be a bigger nightmare? Jooyeon had hated it back when he was in school, and he hated it now. The only thing he was grateful for was that it wasn't dodgeball. There were only so many loose balls he could take to the face. And now he made himself blush. His ears matched the colour of his pinny - a bright apple red - and he spares it a quick tug as the sound of the whistle blows to announce the start of their match. Jooyeon's team has been gifted an ignoramus of the name Taeil as their starting center forward. A man tall enough that he should be playing basketball rather than soccer, with a show-boating attitude that left much to desire. The entire warmup session had been filled with his commentary about his "pro soccer days in school" where they'd almost won the championship but came in eighth.

The ball drops and Jooyeon can only pray that he's not the one chosen to take the ball first. Taeil lunges out with a leg, shoving away the shin of the opposing player and trapping the ball on the inside of his foot. Target locked. It was him. He was the target.

Oh no. Oh no no no. This was the worst possible outcome. What was he supposed to do?! The ball was flying too high to hit with a leg unless he wanted to risk pulling something. But if he used his hands he'd have to face the shaming of his teammates. Did he use his hea-

SMACK!

The ball cuffs the top of Jooyeon's head, momentarily debilitating him as his teeth clack together and his ears ring. Through the haze of tears from the impact, he catches the blurry image of the black and white patterned ball soar away from him in an arc, down to the gym floor, where the opposite team took possession of it.

"Shape the up, !" Taeil hisses under his breath as he jogs by, sparing the younger trainee a harsh bump to his shoulder before he runs after the pack.

Yup. Jooyeon hated sports.

() you don't need to match my length but i had a scene to set alksjdklsa

With the tour and all the preparations for the new release and the award ceremony, it had been quite a while since Hanbin had last had a full session at the gym. He'd occasionally use the gyms at the hotel whenever they had them but mostly for a short hour and never any of his carefully planned out routines. It was only when they got started with the western collab album that he decided it was time to get back full force. For the first few weeks, he'd been mostly training in a gym that was midway between the company building and their dorm, actively avoiding this specific gym as it had been the place where Minjeong and he had met again while they were both still trainees. That was a long time ago though and a lot of things had changed, and then changed again. He'd slowly gotten back to his usual lifestyle, the gym being a necessary part of it. Now back to a normal daily routine, he throws the small hand towel over the treadmill's handrail before pressing a couple of buttons, earpods deep into his ears playing the new mixtape as background music for the long training session.

@☼ lee dongmin ᶜʰᵃ ᵉᵘⁿʷᵒᵒ London was amazing besides all the stupidity that ensued and no, I don't want to talk about it
*playfully glares at you, having been scolded enough and reminded of the failure by everyone that I didn't want to think about it here of all places*
*the disappointment nags at me even as you reminisce over Evelyn who's a lot more annoying than you give her credit for*
You're gross. I don't want to hear more
*sneers when you mention the ladies, shaking my head and looking to my reflection, purposefully away from you as I continue with the second set of reps on the machine*
You haven't changed one bit.