Taehyung's pov
I was lying on my bedroom floor in the middle of my counting routine when my cell rang. Reaching up to the bed, I patted the mattress until my hand landed on my phone. Seeing Baek's name flash on the screen.
"Hey. How did your interviews go?" he asked.
"I stopped on the way home and picked up two extra bottles of wine. Take a guess."
"Not good, huh?"
"You could say that."
"Well, you know what we should do about that?"
"Definitely. Get drunk."
He laughed as if I was joking. "I was thinking more along the lines of working out."
"Exercising?"
"Yeah. It helps to get stress out."
"So does wine."
"Yes, but with exercise, you feel great the day after."
"But with wine, I don't remember the day before."
He laughed. (Again, I wasn't joking.) "If you change your mind, I'm on my way to Iron Horse Gym."
"Iron Horse?"
"It's on 72nd street. I'm a member there. I have guest passes you can use."
It had been more than a month since my bizarre encounter with Jeon Jungkook, yet suddenly I found myself rethinking alcohol vs. exercise because the man wore an Iron Horse Gym T-shirt in his Facebook photo.
"You know what? You're right. I should exercise to help me relax. After all, I can get shitfaced later if it doesn't work."
"Now you're talking."
"I'll meet you there. How does an hour sound?"
"See you then."
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Forty minutes on the elliptical, and I was totally regretting my drinking vs.- exercise choice
I should have been happy that a nice guy had invited me to come work out. Instead, I was out of breath, disappointed, and thirsty. Glad I chilled two bottles of wine.
After Baek changed, we walked to the pool area together. I read him an email i got for a job as he opened the door. "It actually says in the qualification requirements, 'Must be sober, sane, and not overly dramatic'. Think they have a moody problem in the company?" Looking down at my phone as I walked, I crashed straight into someone.
"Sorry, I wasn't looking where-"
I froze.
The sight of Jungkook standing there was almost enough to knock me over. I'd secretly hoped to see him, yet never thought I actually would. What are the chances?
I did a double take, sure I was seeing things. But it was him all right, in the flesh. And what flesh it is. Standing there shirtless and wet- wearing nothing but a pair of low-slung swim trunks-he had me stuttering.
Literally.
"Ju...Ju...Ju-" I couldn't get the word out.
Of course, Jungkook didn't miss a beat. He smirked and leaned in. "You do a cute train impression, Bear."
He remembers me.
I cleared my throat and finally spoke. "Jungkook."
I was pretty freaking proud of myself for getting that much out. He had a towel slung around his neck and lifted it to dry off his dripping hair, revealing even more flesh. His pectoral muscles were carved and perfect.
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FanfictionThe first time I, Kim Taehyung met Jeon Jungkook, I didn't exactly make a good impression. I was hiding in the bathroom hallway of a restaurant, leaving a message for my best friend to save me from my awful date. He overheard and told me I was a bit...