BTS Imagines 3

Namjoon ♡ Workout

Credits to @please-dont-stop-me for this idea

Word count: 1,553

It was a crisp winter afternoon and Namjoon had invited you to hang out with him at the entertainment company. You always took any chance to hang out with your boyfriend, as you didn't always get time with him. More often than not, he was busy in the studio or at practice. Sometimes even preoccupied with interviews, filming stuff for Run BTS, or at various meetings.

You stepped into the Hybe building, sending a quick text to Namjoon, letting him know you arrived. You received a response quicker than you expected.

Namjoon: I'm in the gym

The gym.
You knew what to expect, imagining what you might walk in on. The thoughts set your cheeks aflame. You pushed the flustering images aside and headed to the elevator, going straight to Hybe's gym.
Namjoon had been spending his time there a lot over the past few months. Usually, he would stick to a minimum workout regiment, but he's recently decided to start working out more and try out more intense workout routines—not that you minded.

You stepped out of the lift and headed down the hallway, coming to a stop by the entrance, mentally preparing yourself for what you might witness. Pushing open the door, you stepped inside, the sound of rap music being played throughout the gym. You immediately recognized the song from one of Namjoon's playlists.

You started to call out his name when you spotted him doing pull-ups on the pull-up bar. Your voice caught in your throat as you gazed at him, watching the way his large arms flexed as he lifted himself up and back down. Your heart jumped when you saw his shoulder blades and upper back muscles flex with every movement. Instead of announcing your presence, you decided to stand and watch him for a little while. After all, there's nothing wrong with enjoying the view.
Though Namjoon wasn't facing you, you could see his face twist though the mirror as he pushed himself to do a few more pull-ups.

He let go of the bar, letting out a huff as he wiped his hands on his exercise shorts. You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth as you watched him drink his water. He was literally doing the bare minimum and there you stood, ogling at him. The tiniest actions sending your emotions into a frenzy.
He placed his water bottle onto a nearby bench, glancing at the mirror, however, he didn't look at his reflection, he looked at you. You jumped a bit, your heart leaping into your throat.

"Y/n." Namjoon called, turning around. "I didn't know you were here."
"Well, I am." You smiled.
"How long have you been there?" He asked, walking towards you.
"Not long."
"Don't lie." He smirked.
"I'm not lying." You lied.
"You think I don't know when someone is staring at me?" He questioned, quirking a brow.
"Well—"
"You've been standing there for quite some time, haven't you?"
Your eyes widened.
He caught you.
The expression on your face said it all.
"I knew it." He grinned.
"Well, can you blame me?" You asked. "I walk in here and you're over there flexing your muscles. I couldn't help but stare."
His lips stretched into a smile, his ego clearly boosted.
"You wanna stay and watch the rest of my workout?" He asked.
You couldn't say no.
"Yes, I would."

He led you over to a nearby bench, gesturing for you to sit down.
"You're just in time. I was about to start lifting weights."
Your eyes widened a bit, already imagining how glorious his arms will look.
He made his way over to the rack of weights by the wall, selecting the ones he would use.

Taking his place on a workout mat, he faced the mirror and began to lift the weights, curling them towards his chest. His brows pulled together in concentration as he focused on his form.
Your jaw went slack as you drooled over your insanely buff boyfriend. With every curl, his arm muscles protruded, as did his chest. You couldn't help but think about how lucky you were to have an insanely attractive man like Namjoon all to yourself.
At some point, you completely zoned out, your eyes laser focused on his muscles, watching them move with every lift of the weighs. He turned to you with a smirk, giving you a quick wink before turning his attention back to his reflection.

After curling and lifting the weights for a while, Namjoon switched things up and started doing squats while holding the weights. Your eyes immediately began to drift downward towards his legs, staring at them as his thigh and calf muscles flexed.
Holy crap. His legs are huge.
You weren't sure if you noticed just how muscular his legs were until that moment.

Namjoon knew you were watching every move he made and he liked that. He liked the way he captured all of your attention. Not only that, but seeing your flushed face as you stared at him gave him a major confidence boost. Knowing he had such an effect on you made him feel rather proud.

After he finished up with the weights, he took a moment to cool off.
"You're doing a great job, Joon." You praised.
"Thanks, baby." He shot you a dimpled grin as he dabbed his forehead and neck with a small towel. "I think I'm gonna jog on the treadmill for a few minutes and finish up. Then, you and I can head back to the dorms and I'll clean up so we can spend some time together. How's that?"
"Sounds good. Will the others be at the dorm?" You asked.
"No. The boys are busy today. We should have a couple hours to ourselves."
Your smiled. "Perfect. Not that I don't like the boys—I do. It's just nice when it's the two of us."
"I agree." He gave you a soft smile before moving to the treadmill where he started a steady jog.

You went back to watching Namjoon, taking him in and admiring how hard he worked to maintain his incredible body. Once he was really feeling the workout, he started to lip sync along with a song that was playing which was honestly kind of attractive.
As he jogged, your eyes couldn't help but be drawn to his pectoral area which took up all your attention.
It didn't take long for Namjoon to catch you in the act.
"Stop staring at them." He chuckled, placing his hands over his chest. You could see his ears becoming pink.
"Sorry." You giggled. "It's hard not to. I'm just admiring you, that's all."
He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth, looking a little bashful. He pressed a button on the treadmill, causing it to slow down enough for him to step off the exercise machine.
"I think I'm done with my workout for the day. Let's head back to the dorms, hm?"

You and Namjoon were driven back to the dorms in one of the company vehicles. As soon as you got inside, you made yourself comfortable on Namjoon's bed while he went to shower and clean up after his workout.

Less than ten minutes later, he returned to his room wearing a black shirt with Hybe printed on it and matching black basketball shorts. He rubbed his hair with a bath towel that was draped over his shoulders, a gentle smile on his face when he spotted you cozied up on his bed with his Koya pillow.
"You've just made yourself at home, haven't you?"
"Of course." You grinned.
He discarded his towel and joined you on the bed, lying down beside you.
"You know, it took everything in me not to stop my workout and make out with you." He admitted, his dark eyes boring into yours.
"Really?" You quirked a brow.
"Mhm." He hummed, his hand coming to rest on your upper hip. "I held myself back. Don't you think I deserve something for it?"
"Maybe." You tried to hold back a smile as your thumb ghosted over Namjoon's full lips.
You could see his eyelids flutter slightly in reaction to your touch.
Without wasting any more time, you leaned in and pressed your lips against his.

He responded quickly, his arm snaking around your waist, pulling you closer to him. His lips were soft and sent heatwaves throughout You'd been longing for this moment since you first stepped into that gym. All that waiting was well worth it.
Your fingers made their way to his hair which was still a bit damp from the shower. He had been keeping his hair short, but it still felt nice to run your fingers through. Namjoon seemed to like it as well, based on the way he began to kiss you harder.
You weren't sure how long the two of you went on for, all you knew was that by the time you parted ways, the both of you were breathless.

"We still have nearly two hours until the boys get back. What do you wanna do?"
"I just want to kiss you and be in your presence." You told him, lovingly caressing his cheek.
"Fine by me." He chuckled, leaning down to capture your lips with his.