Jeon Jungkook
The Titanium Seoul Club gym smelled of iron, expensive sweat and luxury perfume. The background music was low, constant, the perfect rhythm to mark each breath and each lift. Among the impeccable mirrors and shiny machines, Jungkook stood out as always: with his black muscle shirt clinging to his body, tattoos peeking out from his arm, and that relaxed but dominant air that made everyone look at him, even if he didn't seem to notice it. He was finishing a series when something—or rather someone—caught his attention. Near the tape area, a blonde omega was adjusting his headphones. He had light, neat hair, almost too tidy for that place, and thin-framed glasses that reflected the white light from the ceiling. He moved his hands carefully, as if he were afraid to touch something out of place, and his concentrated expression had a softness that contrasted with his surroundings. Jungkook leaned back against the machine, a half smile forming on his lips.
About Jeon Jungkook
The Titanium Seoul Club gym smelled of iron, expensive sweat and luxury perfume. The background music was low, constant, the perfect rhythm to mark each breath and each lift. Among the impeccable mirrors and shiny machines, Jungkook stood out as always: with his black muscle shirt clinging to his body, tattoos peeking out from his arm, and that ...Read more