"COME ON! YOU CALL THAT A PUSH UP? YOU LITTLE WEAK A**-" A loud voice screams from the inside of the gym, followed by the sound of a grown man crying.

My eyes widen, taking a step back, ready to run for it and just live my life as a potato.

Jungkook sheepishly grins. "I promise, he's actually a fluff ball. He's just,... passionate"

I eye Jungkook doubtfully. "Yeah, I can tell." I reply sarcastically. I look at the crisp, new building. It's cleanliness really makes the trail of blood staining the cement standout. Really, a great decoration choice. It screams 'only enter if you wish to die'.

A blood curdling scream pierces the area, crying out in pain, and I have an idea to the cause of it.

"Yeah, I'm done." I bolt back, headed to the car.

Jungkook yells out after me, following. Thankfully, I make it to the car first and lock myself in. I frantically reach to start the car, but I soon realize the keys are missing.

A small little jingle comes from out side the car. I slowly turn. Jungkook stands, leaning up againt the door with a smirk on his face, holding up my keys.

"Looking for something?" He sings with a smirk. I give him a smile, flicking him off. "Come on, get out of the car. It wont be that bad."

"Are you kidding me?!" I yell "Didn't you hear that guy? HE SOUNDED LIKE A LITTLE GIRL? WHAT DO YOU THINK YOONGI HAS TO BE DOING TO MAKE A GROWN MAN SOUND LIKE A LITTLE GIRL?!"

Jungkook sighs, rolling his eyes. "I work out with him all the time, it wont be bad I promise."

I glare at him with doubt, remaining in the car.

"Fine, I'm going to get him and HE'LL get you out." Jungkook yells, going inside the building.

I lean back in my seat.

He's bluffing.

Then out walks Jungkook with a short but muscular and very angry man with mint colored hair and a red shirt. I check the lock on the door.

What are they gonna do? Break the door off?

I roll my eyes as Yoongi stomps up to my car.

"Out. Now." He commands.

"Pff, who do you think you are little elf? God? My mother? I'm staying in here." I cross my arms.

Yoongi steams, glaring a hole into my soul. With a false sense of power from being inside the car where he can't touch me, the sight makes me laugh.

"Awww, is the little elf angry? Do you need Santa to come hug you and make it all better?" I mock, making kissy faces.

"Jungkook" Yoongi says. "Unlock the door."

Jungkook nods, coming forward with the keys.

This is where I begin to panic.

I scream as Jungkook unlocks the door, crawling to the back of the car, hoping to escape out the opposite door. My hips get stuck in between the car seats. Tears produced by fear stream down my face as I pull myself with no progress. I'm stuck.

The car door swings open and I ignore my pain as I pull even harder, squirming myself around.

Hands wrap around my ankles. My breath stops in my throat, silence taking over me.

Suddenly, I'm yanked back. My head hits the seats as I'm dragged out of the car. I scream even more, trying to kick my way to freedom. Yoongi continues to yank me across the parking lot with no remorse.

Jungkook guiltily smiles at me, watching me being thrown around.

I burst in flames of anger, directing them at him"JUNGKOOK YOU LITTLE FRICK"

Yoongi yanks me hard, my face almost slamming into the ground from the suddenness.

We near the entrance and I cry out pitifully. I hold onto the door frame for dear life. "OH GOD! PLEASE NO! I DON'T WANNA DIE!!"

Yoongi gives one last yank, pulling my hands off the door and forcing me into the building of darkness and big muscles.

"Again." Yoongi commands.

I groan in pain as I lower myself down then push myself up again, barely having the strength to keep myself from falling into the pool of sweat below me. I'm on my like 20th push up.

"Again." He repeats.

My arms shake.

I fall into the puddle, flopping an exhausted hand in the air. "Please, no more. I can't. Feel. My body." I say in between pants. "Are all my parts still with me?" I ask

Yoongi sighs, putting a hand to his temple. "How the f**k are you supposed to learn Judo if you can't even get through the f*****g warm up?!"

Warm up? you forced me to stretch, run a mile, do 100 squats and 100 sit ups. How is that just a warm up? This was the most working out I've done all year.

I frown looking up at him "You have a potty mouth."

He raises his brow in disgust and carelessness. "Yeah, and you're just sh*t."

I glare at him, rolling away from him, accepting my turdness.

"Whatever elf." I mutter.

"WHAT WAS THAT?!" Yoongi yells

"nothing DAD!" I scream in defiance.

"GET BACK OVER HERE RIGHT NOW YOUNG LADY AND FINISH THESE F*****G PUSH UPS!"

I don't move, just stare, testing my limits.

He dares me to continue with a look of murder. He takes a threatening step forward.

My eyes widen in fear and I roll over, beginning my push-ups again, screaming out the count as I continue.

I finish my last plank and fall to the ground. Yoongi gives a small clap of encouragement.

"Okay, you can take a break now."He says with a sigh, walking away.

I smile, that's the nicest thing he's ever said to me.

A shadow cloaks my eyes. I open them, finding Jungkook standing above me with a water.

"Here." He says.

I glare at him, taking his water and chucking it across the room.

"liar." I mutter, salty.

Jungkook sighs at my babiness. "that's the last one."

My head shoots up, frantically searching for the water. Jungkook shakes his head as I crawl to the bottle, downing it contents within seconds.

I chuck the empty bottle at him. He easily blocks it, staring at me boredly. I flop back down to the ground in defeat.

The door to the gym opens, light shining around a silhouette, a holy savior, holding up a bag of food.

"WHERE'S MY MOMO?!" Jin yells

Tears well up in my eyes as I reach out to him from my grave on the floor. Meekly I call out his name.

"MOMO!!" He yells, running over to me. He gasps "What have they done to you?!"

Jungkook rolls his eyes, exiting the room with a sigh.

Jin reaches out his hand, grasping mine. He gently pulls me up on me feet. As soon as I'm vertical, I'm horizontal again, falling back down face first.

I groan.

Jin assesses the situation, then assesses his lack of arm strength with a frown.

"Okay, so, I'm not carrying you. We're gonna eat here."Jin states, sitting down next to my lifeless body. He pulls me to a sitting position and drags a low coffee table by the entrance rest area over to me. He takes out three containers of bibimbop, a banana milk and two peach milks, placing them on the table.

"JUNGKOOK FOOD!" Jin yells. The younger boy runs in at the announcement, sitting down at his portion.

"Thank you Jin" I smile up at him.

"Aigo," He waves me off, placing the peach milk in my hands. He ruffles my hair, a small blush creeping along his cheeks. "Is it hard?" He asks, taking a bite.

I nod "But, I need to do it, so it's okay." I take a sip

Jin scrunches his nose with a shrug. "I don't know, I think you're sexy when you're chubbier."

All of my peach milk comes exploding out my nose. I instantly grab a hand full of napkins, patting my face and the table dry, so does Jin.

Jungkook moves back, protecting himself.

"What did you say?" I ask, in absolute denial.

He wipes my chin dry, smiling. " I said, you look cuter when you're chubbier" He looks into my eyes and smiles.

Jungkook sighs, rolling his eyes again. He grabs his food, gets up, and leaves.

I squint at him. "that is NOT what you said, liar"

Jin just winks at me, taking a drink of his own peach milk with a smirk.