"Psh. That's cause it-er, she can't drool." Joori was about to continue making fun of Jonghyun's girlfriend, otherwise known as a block of tofu, but Jonghyun's glare had her backing into the corner.

"Don't you dare make fun of my girlfriend, Jung Joori, or I will have you know what my inhuman skills can do..." Jonghyun began flexing his muscles to prove his point. Unfortunately, his muscles ended up distracting Joori rather than enforce his message. Joori quickly wiped her nose to make sure it wasn't bleeding.

"I was just saying. And, uh, your muscles are so...can I touch them?" Joori couldn't remember the comeback she had. It was not legal for someone to be so deliciously tempting. Oh, if only he would stand a few inches closer...she could almost taste his sweet lips and his overwhelming BO. (Aw, I'm sure Jonghyun showers.) Thank god Jonghyun wasn't that tall, she could reach his face without having to stand on her toes....

"Joori. What are you doing? Did my threat make you lose your mind? Am I that scary?"

Joori opened her eyes. Jonghyun, and half of the gym for that matter, were staring at her. She realized that she had puckered her lips in preparation for a deep kiss that had never happened. She blushed.

"Yea no maybe, I dunno. But what I do know is that you're ever so yummy and," Joori stood closer to Jonghyun, mustering up the courage that the years and years of ninja training had given her, " I wouldn't mind if we went to a back room right now. You know, we could get to know each other better..." She trailed her knobby fingers along his face, leaving a trail of goosebumps on Jonghyun's masculine jawline. She drew her fingers back and noticed that they were wet. With Jonghyun's sweat.  Somehow, though, when it came to Jonghyun, nothing was ever gross. Including sweat.

"Take off your shirt."

"What?"

"I said, take off your shirt."

"....wow Joori, you're such a ....people normally don't ask each other to take off their shirts in public...."

"But I am. Now take it off."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"TAKE IT OFF GOD DAMMIT, OTHERWISE I WILL TAKE IT OFF FOR YOU."

"Hah. I'd like to see you try." Just as Jonghyun finished his sentence, Joori came charging at him, roaring and howling like a ninja tiger. She clawed at his abdomen, trying to rip his shirt apart. Jonghyun tried, unsuccessfully, to throw her off. It threw him off balance and he landed beside the bench press.

Right. On top. Of tofu.

I'M SO SORRY FOR THIS BEING SO SHORT! I'll make the next one longer, promise. Didn't want to make you guys wait too long~