seokjin pov

"inhale through your nose... now exhale through your mouth-"

"awwmmhp"

fuck. i just moaned.

my incredibly hot yoga instructor chuckles and the ahjummas look at me like i'm a pervert, the ten other men around my age smirk.

"joesonghabnida"(죄송합니다/sorry) i say quietly, my cheeks burning.

the yoga instructor is in the front of the class and facing the mirror unaware when in downward dog all the men's eyes stare at her well rounded and juicy booty. it takes all my willpower not to stare but the occasional glance helps my mind.

"everyone, bring your hands to heart center and reach for the sky" she instructs.

her honey tone voice leaves the men in a daze as they do as they are told, including myself- a victim to this young woman's instructions.

"now reach for your toes" she says slowly.

eyeing her up and down as she bent forward are the ten other men, they seem to have it worse than me as class just started and they're starting to sweat. my younger friend jeon jungkook is sweating and panting profusely.

this is going to be a rough one hour.

-

"hyung... i just want to bend ms. y/n over that yoga mat and do her in front of everyone" jungkook confessed to me in the bathroom, his eyes droopy.

"YAH! language!" i scold him. "i know i taught you better than sexualize woman! S. T. O. P"

"-I. T! yeah yeah i know!"

"good, now let's go grab some seafood, i'm hungry!"

"you're always hungry hyung, always eating and not working" jungkook teases.

"YAH GET HERE" i start chasing jungkook as we run to the car.

a/n: who lives in america and is going to the BTS love yourself tear concert? because i'm going. will i die? yes