For the first time in my entire life was I actually annoyed by Yoongi's voice that kept counting the push ups both of us did. And by both of us I mean, Jungkook and I.

Yoongi giving Jungkook permission to roam about the manor freely was not something I had anticipated. Unlike Jin I wasn't mad, but I was truly confused as to why all of a sudden the two became such good companions. Yoongi still refused to tell me what exactly happened that night but one thing was for sure, he certainly disclosed a lot to Jeon that he shouldn't have.

What if he exploits our personal information?

This mansion was Yoongi's as much as it was mine. So I couldn't protest when he let Jungkook inside the gym as well. I knew as long as he was locked inside this house, he wouldn't be a threat to any of us but I still couldn't help but worry. Yoongi seemed to genuinely trust him and I was afraid, if Jungkook broke his trust, the latter might fall apart. It had been too long since I saw my big brother smile like that, I didn't want him to lose that again.

My arms had started to pain badly by now from the fatigue and I didn't know how much longer I could carry on with this. I hadn't planned on challenging Jungkook regarding his strength with the comment I made earlier but unwillingly I seemed to have given him the perfect opportunity to show it off. The smirk he offered me right before jumping on the protoner was pure evil and I knew he enjoyed how the events unfolded.

Sure the man looked burly and strong but who knew he would complete fifty pull ups in a matter of seconds just like that and would still have the energy to dare me to a push up duel. I was tired as hell already and all I wanted was to rush back to my room and hibernate under my sheets but I wasn't going to give up and give him the chance to gloat at my face either. At least not until I lose my sanity. Also he caught me practically gawking at his physique while he was busy with his pull ups so now it was a matter of self-esteem and hence here I was, trying my best to not let go and fall flat on the cold floor no matter how much I was tempted to.

However, to my utter dismay, it became extra difficult for me to go on because I was distracted. The thin white T-shirt that Jungkook had adorned all along did justice to his perfectly toned body. Completely drenched in sweats the fabric hugged his abs, clenching around the edges and the color white had now been morphed into something much more translucent. Strands of his wet hair stuck to his forehead like furcating branches and I felt so revolted when I found myself wanting to brush them off of there.

Why was this happening to me?

The man held a face of deep engrossment. His eyes were closed shut and lips parted slightly revealing his all so eminent buck teeth. The muscles around his face tensed as he stretched them in a small frown, his body moving up and down to the rhythm of his loud, ragged breath along with some tired groans resounding through every now and then. Prominent veins proliferated under his smooth, pale skin while the muscles on his arms tightened through the sleeves making my breath hitch. It was damn hot to watch him like that, especially when I was facing him head on, but did I accept it back then?

The passion to prove our superiority was high in both of us but my body couldn't take it anymore and as soon as my ears caught a loud 61, I gave up. I spread my arms and fell to the floor panting heavily with struggled inhalations before turning around to lie flat.

My eyes fluttered closed as I focused on the cold floor that felt like paradise under my burning skin. I spread my limbs wide not bothering about how I might look. But the annoying numbers still kept ringing in my ears until it reached 70 and stopped. Obviously it was Jungkook's score, he managed to beat me by 9 but at that point, I didn't care. I didn't even try to open my eyes to witness his victory face. I'd rather go blind.

I was doing quite well with my little resolution of not looking at the two men who I could feel were now standing around my indifferent self, I could see their shadows through my closed lids, but a single comment from Yoongi and I jumped up to my feet ready to confront him.

"I thought my little Kimchi was strong" he tsked, faking a disappointment while walking past us and grabbing two towels from the rack at the corner of the room.

"Oh shut up, Suga oppa" I spared him an annoyed glare but soon both our eyes widened and we looked up at each other with shock as the words we just spoke finally registered in our brains. To be exact, it was the names that we referred each other with.

"W-what did you just call me?" we growled at the same time. It had been long since I heard that name from Yoongi, one year to be precise and the sudden recollection of it made suppressed emotion swim right back up.

Flashback

A devastated 13 year old boy sat by a banyan tree in the huge garden while thinking about how tragic the night before was. The grass beneath him wetted his clothes with fresh dew while a morning breeze caressed his skin. His eyes were swollen and cheeks red, after all, he had been crying for hours.

The pain of losing both his parents was excruciating but still somewhere inside his heart he felt thankful that his mother found him a good family to survive with. All the Kim's showed him till now, was love and affection and even though no one could replace his original family, the Kim Mafia wasn't too far behind. He never felt alienated with these people.

However, there was a certain someone in this new family of his that he was eager to meet, a little girl whom he saw hiding behind her mother's legs the day he came here.

As if on cue, a 5 year old girl came springing to the seated boy with a stuffed, brown cookie with little hands and legs held out in her tiny hands, as if it was her peace offering. With a thud she sat down crossed legged right in front of him before leaning forward a little to place the cookie on the boy's lap who all along had a surprised pout plastered on his face.

"Omma said that you don't have any toys, so I got this for you. His name is Shooky" the cute childish voice that the girl spoke with was adorable and it managed to place a small smile on the sad boy's face.

"Thank you" he muttered softly while taking the toy cookie in his embrace. He might be too old for toys but he wasn't old enough to ignore genuine affection.

"I am Kim Y/N and I am this many" she proudly declared while spreading her five fingers on her right hand in order to showcase her age. Her little pig tails wiggled with the flow of the wind and her wide grin gave away the fact that she lacked two of her teeth.

"I am Min Yoongi and I am..." the boy abruptly stopped before announcing his age when a sudden realization hit him, poor dude doesn't even have thirteen fingers. How would he tell his age now? However his misery didn't dwell too long because now little Y/N had moved on to a new mission.

"Yooni?" she asked, trying her best to pronounce his name correctly.

"No, its Yoongi" the boy explained with utmost care but his efforts went futile.

"Yoogi?"

"No, say Yoo-ng-i, Yoongi"

Even after the simplification the girl found it difficult to articulate his name but she still had to call him something. So her little brain came up with a brilliant idea.

"You are sweet, like suga, so I'll call you suga, Suga Oppa!" she stated with her head held high making the big boy giggle at her childish instincts. Like most other boys of his age, Yoongi too wanted a little sister and now that he had Y/N, he was happy.

"Okay but," he laughed ruffling Y/N's hair. "since your name is Kim Y/N, I'll have to call you.....little Kimchi"

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To Be Continued...