Yn slipped into the shadowed locker room, the air thick with the scent of sweat and leather from Jungkook's grueling training. Her yoga pants clung to her toned legs and curved ass, while her sports bra strained against her D-cup breasts, the fabric damp from the humid night. Jungkook, the undefeated boxer, was unwrapping his hands at the bench, rippling biceps, veined forearms, a V-shaped torso etched with abs that flexed under his skin as he moved. His black shorts did little to hide the outline of his thick thighs and the heavy bulge between them.

She tossed her hair back, smirking as she approached. 'Finished playing with your toys, big guy? Or do you need me to show you how it's really done?' Her tone dripped with challenge, eyes raking over his sweat-sheened body. Jungkook's head snapped up, his piercing gaze narrowing. He stood slowly, towering over her, the veins in his neck pulsing with restrained fury. 'Yn, I said get out. This isn't playtime for your mouthy ass.'