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When Namjoon embarked on the journey of fitness, he wasn’t really expecting it to be so tough. Yes, he enjoys the chills running up his spine and the aching thighs the day after leg day, and he’s also quite fond of the feeling he gets when he checks himself in the mirror and sees his biceps getting bigger and his abs getting more prominent. But it is difficult because sometimes all he wants to do is grab a pizza that's just as cheesy as the rom-com his boyfriend has chosen to watch that night. Sometimes Namjoon just wants to sleep in and cuddle Jimin for longer instead of having to put on some compression tights and go jogging.
He had been warned by Jeongguk, nonetheless, that it wasn’t an easy process. It’s not like you sign up for the local gym’s membership and the next day you wake up being able to lift twice as much as your weight. It’s progressive, and it might suck at first, but as days go by it gets more and more manageable. Somehow addictive.
That’s how Namjoon ends up in a plank position on the quilted floor of the green room. They might be touring abroad, but his (and Jeongguk’s) personal trainer –who hadn’t been able to fly with them because he still had other clients back in Seoul– was texting them constantly, every day, making sure they were doing their daily dose of exercise and writing down new routines for them to try. He even asked for proof and had them take photos of each other while doing squats or crunches. And now Namjoon is doing a time-lapse of his plank, which has to be followed by a set of push-ups.
At some point, he stops hearing Taehyung warm up his voice. He also stops hearing Jin and Jeongguk bicker –he swears to God those two will be 80 and 74 and will still be hitting each other while bantering and pushing themselves around. He also stopped paying attention to Hoseok's humming and to the sound coming from the hairdryer that was helping with Yoongi's damp hair. It was as almost as if his ears had been plugged and he wasn't in the room anymore, his attention fully on the ache of his arms and his abdomen.
Namjoon feels a sudden weight on top of him, two legs wrapping around his waist, arms hugging his –broad, very broad– chest.
“Jiminie, angel. Heavy.” The words come out barely in a whisper, exhausted from having been in the same position for about 3 minutes now, his elbows crying for help and his tippy-toes slipping slightly.
The weight is suddenly gone from his back –not without the smaller boy leaving a small peck on Namjoon’s nape–, but soon after he feels a hand patting his butt.
“What a nice view though.” Jimin pokes one of Namjoon’s buttcheeks with his finger as if he was dipping it in a soft bread bun. “How have I been able to pull this hottie all for myself?”
“Dunno. You tell me.” Namjoon feels the poking stop too. “Angel, please check my timer. How long till 8?”
“Joonie… it's half-past six.” Jimin says as he walks to Namjoon’s phone and waves at the recording camera. “You have to plank for more than an hour and a half?”
“You know.” Namjoon pants. “I can’t tell if you’re joking or not.”
Jimin walks back to his boyfriend and mirrors his position right next to him.
“Two minutes.” Jimin wiggles his butt up in the air, clearly not holding the plank right. “Ouch, how do you do this? I can’t anymore.”
“Angel, you’ve held it for 5 seconds,” Namjoon says, closing his eyes, trying to focus on the exercise. He then feels movement underneath him, something sliding right past him. Probably a cable of some sort, is that there are always cameras around. “I know you can do much better.” A soft blow on his face is all it takes to open his eyes just to find Jimin underneath him, pink hair sprawled all over the soft matted floor, matching pink-ish eyeshadow and peach blush adorning his pretty face.
“I’m good.” Jimin smiles up at Namjoon, a hand coming up to brush the other's hair out of his face. “You’re the strong one amongst the two of us.”
“I wish I had your core strength, though.” The older one lets out a chuckle. “Would love to just flip around the stage.”
“You would be able to do so if you weren’t so clumsy, you big boy.” Jimin jerks his head slightly up so that he can leave a small kiss right on the tip of Namjoon’s nose. “45 seconds, you can do it.”
"Thank you."
"Very welcome, Joon." Jimin smiles big. So wide his molars are on display and his little crooked tooth pokes over his bottom lip.
As if on cue, the timer pings, signaling the plank is over. And Namjoon can't stop himself from flexing his arms and kissing the other boy. Because how would he be able to control himself when the younger was looking so damn cute right beneath him?
"What was that for?" Jimin says between giggles. "Another one, please."
"Have to do push-ups."
"Wow, and I get to see your ripped muscles in the front row? Just when I thought I couldn't get any luckier!" Namjoon rolls his eyes but kisses Jimin again as he does another push-up. "Look at those biceps. God, I wish you would choke me with them."
"Angel you can't make me laugh." Namjoon's knees go weak from laughter.
"I'm not trying to be funny. Might just have discovered a new kink, you know? Bet you could crack my skull like a walnut if I put my head in your elbow crook."
"Shut up please."
"Okay." Jimin whispers, then catch a drop of sweat that had trickled down Namjoon’s cupid’s bow with his tongue
"Ew Jimin." Namjoon fake gags. “I can’t believe you just did that. Gross!”
“Oh, come on. We both know I’ve had much worse in my mouth...” The comment makes Namjoon groan. Only a few push-ups left for him to do.
“You two are literally disgusting.” Both Namjoon and Jimin whip their head to the side where Hoseok is sitting cross-legged on a loveseat, eyes glaring back at them.
“Talk about disgusting. I've seen you eat Yoongi’s asshole.”
“You what?” Namjoon says, eyes wide open, as he finishes his exercise and collapses right on top of Jimin's body, making the pink-haired boy moan in discomfort. Namjoon kisses Jimin's forehead as he gets up from his boyfriend's dainty body. "Sorry, angel."
"It's okay you big clumsy baby."
"Care to explain why you've seen him do… that?" Namjoon points his index finger toward their friend. To his surprise, Jimin just sits up and shrugs his shoulders.
"They should learn to lock their doors." He kisses Namjoon's temple and starts to walk away as the hairdresser tells him it's his turn to get his hair styled.
“WELL, MAYBE YOU SHOULD LEARN HOW TO KNOCK ON DOORS BEFORE YOU GO INTO ANYONE’S ROOM, JIMIN.” Hoseok shouts back at the pink-haired boy, and in response, he just hears some giggles.
That same night, they get off stage and get driven to the hotel. It’s not until he’s all swaddled up in bed with Jimin resting by his side, legs tangled with his, that Namjoon checks his phone and sees he’s gotten a message from his personal trainer.
TRAINER KIM
Yah Namjoon-ah.
Good training!
But I’m not sure collapsing on someone is the most
effective way to finish your exercises.
You’re strong enough to keep yourself up!!!
Careful next time!!
Also.
Please ask Jeongguk if he would do that to me too.
KIM NAM JOON
What can I say?
Park Jimin makes me a weak man.