Alright Y/N, you just have to ignore Jimin for three months.

Putting your headphones in your ears, you clutch your bag and step into the familiar ice arena, the smell of weights fills your nose as you push open the thin glass door and see Jimin already stretching.

You've never seen him look like this, your view is always him in tight skimpy shimmery performance shirts, but this time he looked completely different.

He looks simple in his basketball shorts and plain black sweatshirt, his Puma shoes glinting in the light ever so often because of the gold label. A black headband keeps his bangs off of his already sweaty forehead as his leg muscles contract under the pressure.

You gotta admit, he looks hot.

"Oh! You're here?"

He greets you with his regular eyesmile, which you don't return as you walk by him, completely silent. A pout plays across his slightly puffy cheeks as you walk straight over to the weight machine, not sparing him one glance.

Your muscles contract and ache while sweat pours down your forehead from the extensive workout, looking at your phone your stomach drops with frustration.

It's only been thirty minutes.

Turning around, you squeak and almost drop your phone when Jimin is standing right in front of you frowning and hands on his hips.

"Yah, Y/N. I said we would train Together. Not ignore eachother the whole time."

Gritting your teeth you pull your headphones out and look directly up at him.

"Park Jimin. We are not friends. We are not even acquaintances. I agreed to train in the same facility."

He crosses his arms and pouts like a child.

"The deal was we train together. If you won't train with me, the time will only be extended."

Feeling your stomach twist in horror, you let your head hang and ball your hands into fists.

"Fine."

You hiss through your teeth as Jimin's cocky smile returns again, stretching his arms and walking over to the pair trampolines.

"Shall we practice our spins?"

Rolling your eyes and setting your phone down, you get on the trampoline beside him and look over, his cheeky smile causing you to feel slightly nervous.

Making yourself bounce, you slowly start to jump into the air the same time he does, you try to hide the face that his hair looks soft when it bounces up and down off the expensive headband.

At the same time, you both try a triple toe loop, landing it with perfection you cross your arms in victory and look at him, he has an odd look in his eyes but it's soon washed away with arrogance.

"I jumped higher than you."

You scoff and give him your best death glare possible.

"No way, I jumped higher."

He seems to be enjoying this because he falls into a deep laugh, you restrain yourself from returning it, his laugh is extremely contagious and it takes everything inside you not to bust up like him.

Spending another half hour practicing different flips, jumps, and spins, you grab your water bottle and nearly chug half of it as Jimin watches you closely.

"Jimin, quit staring at me. I know I'm hot."

He looks away quickly with a blush and your chest swells with victory once again, he's very easily flustered by little comments like that.

Oh, this is gonna be fun, find his weaknesses, and crush him with them.

You both walk over to the bench press, he motions for you to get on and your face twists in disgust.

"No way am I going first. Forget it."

He pouts then nods and lays down on the bench, his hair parting and flowing back as he looks up at you with a smile.

"Make sure you don't drop the bar on my face, klutz."

Gritting your teeth you help him lift the bar each time, making sure it doesn't crush his precious face and money maker.

One good smack to the face, I bet that'd straighten him up.

Looking down at him you meet his eyes, full of intensity and focus as he lifts the heavy bar, his full lips spread into a smile after he's done and he winks.

"See something you like Sweetheart?"

Scrunching your nose and standing up, you shove him off of the bench and with a thud he whines and sits up, rubbing his butt.

"Hey! What was that?!"

"Don't harass me Park Jimin, I WILL take you on."

When you turn around, you're suddenly against the wall, his arms on either side of your head and his eyes full of a strange, dark expression.

"Don't take me on Y/N. You may not like what you find."

His face is dangerously close to yours as you let out a nervous squeak. Your noses are almost touching and you can feel his hot breath hitting your face, you catch his scent that is thick and musky, making you feel almost hypnotized.

He blinks and smiles once again, backing away from you, leaving you a blushing flustered mess.

What...what the hell?!

Narrowing your eyes, all flustered feelings turned into rage, you stand up on the bench and draw your hand back, laying a hard smack onto the back of his head, causing him to wince.

"Yah!"

He actually looks agitated as he turns around rubbing the back of his head.

Stand your ground Y/N. He's known for this.

Pointing your finger at him, you glare hard.

"Don't do that, or I will refuse to train with you, deal or not. Got that?"

With gritted teeth he nods and huffs, showing a side of him you've never seen before.

Hehe, hurt that giant ego of yours didn't I.

Laying down on the bench, you grasp the bar tightly, Jimin is over your head ready to support the bar as he furrows his brows.

"Isn't this a little too much weight?"

It's like he could see right through you, you bench almost half of what he does, leg strength you could be Atlas holding up the world.

Arm strength however, is a different story.

But I won't let him know that.

Shaking your head you grip the bar even tighter, ready to experience death.

Lifting the bar off of the stand, your arms already start to wiggle and shake under the extreme weight. Jimin watches you with mad intensity as you lower the bar down towards your chest.

"Yah..Y/N...if it's too much weight.."

"Shut up Jimin."

You hiss through gritted teeth, you have to do this, if he can do it, so can you.

Pushing the bar upwards, your eyes widen with panic as the bar starts to go sideways, your noodle arms failing you as you let out a grunt of pain.

Just in time, Jimin catches the bar with wide eyes and places it back on the rack, looking at you and talking in a stern voice.

"Y/N. That was too much weight and you knew it."

Your shoulder feels like its going to rip in half as you sit up, embarrassment settling deep into your stomach.

Jimin walks over and sits beside you, looking at your shoulder and sighing.

"Wait here."

You watch as he stands up and goes over to his bag while pulling out a blue tube and returning beside you. He squirts a little on the end of his fingers but when he comes towards you, you flinch.

"I'm just going to help you Sweetheart...chill out."

He scoots close to you and your shoulders lightly meet, he places his hand on your shoulder and massages the cream into it lightly, relief instantly hits your muscles ans your whole arm relaxes, causing you to blush softly.

"U-um...thanks..Jimin..."

He smiles at you and stays sitting next to you, sighing and patting your arm.

"It's alright to be weaker sometimes you know."

You shrug off his arm and his oddly comforting tone, standing up and looking at him with a serious expression, you huff.

"It is never okay to be weaker."

••••••

After that comment, Jimin stayed quiet most of the time and kept to himself, which you were happy about.

Walking through the door of your house you look over at the familiar picture on the fireplace mantel.

One boy, two parents, no you.

It's true, you were adopted by your parents.

At birth, your mother abandoned you and left the country to pursue an acting career that never took place and eventually vanished to only god knows where.

This family however, had lost their little boy to disease and took you in without hesitation, you were three at the time and still remember the day you were brought into their warm and loving home.

To pay them back, you've always strove to make them proud and be the best daughter you could possibly be, and in the mix you found your love for ice skating.

"Mom, I'm home."

Your mother greets you with a plate of fresh hot mochi rice cakes, steaming and causing your mouth to water.

"Wow...where did you get all this?"

She smiles and places a soft kiss on your cheek, handing you the plate and sitting you down on the couch with a smile.

"I just wanted to make these and let you know how proud of you we are. You're becoming such a wonderful adult."

Uh oh.

"Mom...do you have something to tell me?..."

She huffs and drops the sweet act, you know you can't usually afford the ingredients for such a warm and delicate treat.

"Your father has gotten a job opportunity overseas...and needs someone to come wih him...I am the only person capable of going...but you can stay here and continue to train. It's only a two month trip but he has gotten a huge bonus to where we can pay all of the bills.."

With a weak smile, you try to hide your breaking heart at the fact you'll be all alone for the next two months, because there's no way you won't let them go and experience new things and provide for your family.

"Ah...Mom I'm really happy for you and Dad....as long as you're safe...when are you leaving?..."

She gives you a tender hug again and smiles wide, which causes your mood to once again lift a little.

"We leave tomorrow morning..."

•••••

After one last family meal together, your parents kiss you goodnight and shut your bedroom door, leaving you all alone with your thoughts.

For some reason, Jimin's words seem to echo in your mind.

"Its okay to be weaker sometimes."

Feeling tears welling up in your eyes, you cover your face with your hands, allowing yourself to cry and feel the pain of your parents leaving.

(A/N): Character development tho ♡