"Well, I'll leave you two at it then." Yoongi snatched his jacket that had been tossed carelessly in the corner.

I was too tired and out of breath to do anything but give a small nod, eyes still locked on Jimin in the door.

He stepped to the side to allow Yoongi to pass. "How'd she do so far?" He inquired to the orange Marked Outworlder, not breaking our gaze.

A staring contest it was then.

Yoongi threw a final look over his shoulder at me. "She's got a long ways to go," he said candidly. "But she also has a lot of determination and potential. I think with a solid, specialized training plan and the right trainer, she'll be holding her own in no time."

"Are you willing to be that trainer?" Jimin broke our staring contest.

Yoongi nodded slowly. "I'm wiling. I'd give you a more detailed report of my observations today but I can tell you're itching to continue on with the training, so I'll just message you later." A keen smirk curled across his lips. "Have fun you two."

And then he was gone before I could even inhale to say thank you.

He clearly knew what was going on and I didn't miss the tease in his voice.

Jimin moved and my heart skipped a beat when he kicked the door shut behind him, trapping the two of us in the room, alone.

"How was first day of training?"

I debated whether to give a snarky reply but wound up shrugging, though even that gesture made me wince a little. "Yoongi's brutal. But... I guess it wasn't as bad as I thought it'd be."

Jimin nodded. "Yoongi is well-respected among everyone. Though he's a terror to the trainees, he's very just. Unlike a lot of trainers, Yoongi doesn't judge success by whether you accomplish his tasks or not. He judges by how much effort you put in."

I could definitely see why he'd strike fear into the hearts of everyone. Though he never raised his voice or got angry, there was something about his placid demeanor that instantly made you wary and alert.

However, he was honest and never put you down. There was a delicate line between constructive criticism and plain out degrading that many people continually crossed easily. However he knew that line, and knew how to not even come close to crossing it.

"So. I guess it's my turn now."

My gut tightened as the familiar sultry grin curled across those plush lips of his. He slowly began to prowl towards me, eyes raking down my figure.

I probably looked like a mess. Sweat clung to me disgustingly and I felt bedraggled, to put it in the nicest way possible.

Jimin was damp in sweat as well. But of course, it just made him look all the more enticing. It didn't help that his hair was pushed back from his forehead with a bandana and his bare torso fully displayed the layers of well-toned muscle. His Marks curled across his pectorals and spiraled across his ribs before spreading out across his abdominals, crisscrossing and interlacing each other.

"You planned this didn't you?" I tried and failed to glare at him. Glaring meant I had to drive my eyes into his. And right now my eyes were having trouble focusing long enough on his eyes before sliding down.

It made things worse that I knew he knew the effect he was having on me.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Jimin blinked innocently at me. He was only a few feet away from me.

I slid into a defensive stance Yoongi had briefly taught me— feet shoulder width apart, knees slightly bent, arms lifted and head scrunched a little to protect my neck.

One look at the amusement glinting in Jimin's eyes and I knew he saw right through me.

Just like Yoongi, the silver extraterrestrial moved so fast he was practically a silver blur and I found myself knocked onto the ground for the sixteenth time today and pinned to the ground.

"This type of pin is called the Mount," he drawled lazily as he pressed me to the ground. His legs were on either side of me, squeezing my hips, and his hands gripped my wrists, pinning each of them to the side and above me. "It's a common type of position that a lot of people try to use to disable their opponent."

I kept my eyes carefully on his face, not daring to let my gaze slip down.

"There are multiple ways to escape this position," he continued. "One of the simplest ways, is to slide one of your arms over your head to the other arm." He guided one of my pinned wrists to touch my other wrist. "This consequently causes me, or whoever your opponent pinning you down, to lose their center of balance because now that both my hands are on one side of you. Quickly take advantage of their offset balance. Thrust your hips up and out, using your legs as leverage, and roll me over."

I pursed my lips.

Noticing my hesitation the infuriating smirk was back. "Or we can switch positions where I hip thrust into you."

My teeth clenched together and in one swift motion, using leverage on my legs as instructed, I hefted my hips up and rolled over.

Jimin, busy smirking, easily slammed to the ground and then I was the one pinning him. I grinned victoriously at him, never mind that I was now mounted on him, locked in between his firm legs.

"Very good," he purred, unperturbed in the least. "Now what are you going to do?"

I couldn't tell if that was a genuine question I needed to answer or a usual innuendo-coated challenge.

Sensing my indecision, Jimin's eyes lit up and then his muscles tensed and rippled. I yelped as he completed a crazy maneuver involving hooking his legs over mine and then rolling us back over so I was on the ground again, only this time, he was straddling his body between my legs.

"This is different type of pin," I complained. "What type of position is this?"

"I believe this one is called missionary," he mused.

Why did I even bother with this kid? And yet my traitorous body began to heat when he leaned down so our noses brushed.

The smell of sweat mixed with his usual scent of jasmine and spice wafted through my senses and made me dizzy. My eyes fluttered, darting across his bed eyes.

"Now how are you going to get out of this one?" He asked innocently.

"You're the trainer." I tried to fire back with steel resolve in my voice. Unfortunately my breaths were coming out in gasps from both exhaustion from all the exertion on my body as well as the current predicament I was stuck in. "You tell me."

"If this was a real opponent, you'd need to do the same exact maneuver I just did to get out of your pin," he replied. "But since it's me, I'm thinking that you're going to need a different method of getting out."

"Oh?" I raised my brows.

He grinned wickedly and released one of my wrists to grab a fistful of my hair. He pulled to tilt my head and pressed his hot mouth to the now exposed skin right under my jaw, dragging a gasp to my lips at the sensation. My body automatically arched against his and tension coiled in the pit of my stomach as he worked his mouth down my neck.

I vaguely felt relief that the door was shut as heat pooled through my body as he ground his body into mine and sent me spinning into an oblivion of jasmine scented bliss.

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