Trapped In A Novel As The Breeding Mate For Four Powerful Alphas-Chapter 413: You’ve been staring at the treadmill for a while
"What are you doing, Jo-Pil?" Seo-Jun asked, watching me as I typed on my phone and then I raised my head.
"Oh, I was just sending a text message to Little Min," I said. "I don’t want to call in case he’s sleeping due to the meds, but I also don’t want him to feel like I don’t care about him to check up on him so I’m leaving a text."
Seo-Jun listened and then nodded.
"By the way, wanna try phone sex?" He asked and I flinched, looking up at him once again.
What was his deal?
What part of what I just said insinuated phone sex?
"Don’t look at me like that." He said while laughing. "I’ve been looking forward to holding your body for a while now that it’s making me go crazy. This shouldn’t be new to you, right?"
"I know, but..." I tilted my head. He was so shameless. "If you wanna try it then we’ll try it. But for now," I placed my phone down on the table. "...let’s focus on exercising."
"You’re the one who decided to send a love text." He casually said, flinging his arms behind his head with a smirk on his lips. "I was just keeping the momentum going."
I feel like if I argue with this man right now, I’ll only end up losing half of my sanity, so let’s just forget about it and have a fun workout.
"Let’s just exercise," I said. "What are we going to do today?"
"Let’s start with a little bit of stretching."
Seo-Jun talked me through everything, like he did the first day, while making sure I was taking the appropriate position.
It was a simple and light workout that didn’t put a strain on my ankles, so I didn’t feel like my limbs were going to fall off.
But... Maybe that’s also because I was slowly getting used to the workout.
While we were doing this, Ki-hoon did his thing. He focused on the treadmill.
He had already taken off his sweatshirt to reveal the long-sleeve compression shirt he was wearing.
It really showed all of him.
I think I would’ve gotten a nosebleed if I weren’t so exhausted from my workout.
He was serious when he said he was going to just run on the treadmill.
He even had AirPods on so we wouldn’t distract him. Now, that’s the kind of motivation I hope to get when I do workouts.
I watched him for a while. Watched as his body, his pecs ahem, bounced as his body bounced up and down to his movement.
The sweat rolling down his houd like crystalized honey and that ass too, Kya! I’m a pervert, I know.
It started with Seo-Jun, if you remember.
Anyways, I think my role in this life was to watch my masters work out while I did nothing and admired the beauty of their existence.
Too bad I’m not sticking to that lane and doing the exercise myself. Welp.
"You’ve been staring at the treadmill for a while. Wanna run?" Seo-Jun asked, breaking my little fantasy and I raised my head.
"What?"
"It’s a good idea, actually. It’s about time you started using the tools in the gym and not just stretching with planks and squats." He rolled his fingers, smiling innocently but I saw that as the smile of the devil.
Why doesn’t he just admit that he wants to send me to hell?
"Let’s take running on the treadmill as rehab for your ankle." He said and I looked down. I wasn’t feeling it much but I guess I wasn’t using it much either.
If I used the treadmill, then I’d probably feel the pain in my ankle.
"Come, we’ll start slow." He said, leading me to the treadmill beside Ki-hoon.
Ki-hoon noticed us and then tapped on the treadmill to stop the rotation.
His steps slowed down until he finally stopped, breathing breathlessly.
"What’s going on?" He asked, taking off his AirPods.
"Seo-Jun said I should take running as a rehab exercise," I said and Ki-hoon glanced back at Seo-Jun. "So, we’re here to use the treadmills."
"I assume he’ll be using one as well," Ki-hoon said and my eyes glinted, just what I wanted.
"I don’t know. Will he?" I asked with a sly grin and Ki-hoon turned to Seo-Jun.
"You’ll run on the treadmill too." He said with an authoritative tone that irked Seo-Jun.
"I didn’t need you to tell me that though. I have it all planned." He said. "It’s not like I fear a little exercise."
Ki-hoon didn’t look convinced.
In any case, he nodded his head and turned to me, his gaze turning soft as he said to me,
"Don’t push yourself too much, though. Overdoing it will just make it worse."
"I get it," I said and watched as he picked up his water bottle and gulped it down.
I couldn’t take my eyes off Ki-hoon. It was as if he was shooting a freaking ad commercial as the water slightly spilled out of the corner of his mouth, but then he stopped, covering his mouth with his arm and looking away.
"Sorry." He said, "I was careless."
"Huh? What do you mean?" Why did he stop? Come on, go on with the ad commercial. It’s refreshing.
But Ki-hoon felt his rough way of drinking water, with it spilling out the corners of his mouth, was unsightly, so he decided to stop.
I got mad and snatched the water bottle from him.
"Gimme that." I opened it and drank as roughly as he did, even more, letting water spill down my lips and on my shirt.
Once I stopped, I found both of them staring the same way I think I was staring when Ki-hoon was drinking his water.
They held blushes on their cheeks and that little awkward expression when they discovered they had been caught staring.
Despite knowing why they were like that, I decided to act oblivious.
"What?"
"You’re so daring, Jo-Pil," Seo-Jun said. "Wanna drink from my water bottle as well?"
Eh?
Seo-Jun must really be going crazy from lack of sex.
I sighed and handed Ki-hoon back his water bottle.
As soon as he took it, he turned around and drank from it in that instant, his face blushing and, if I’m not mistaken, his heart thumping.
Was it such a big deal that I drank from his water bottle? Please, we weren’t even in middle school.
"Can we start now?" I asked. "Let’s just get this over with."
Seo-Jun set the speed of the treadmill to be like a normal walk at first.
"How does your ankle feel?" He asked and I nodded.
"It’s fine. Can’t even feel a thing right now."
"Then I’ll speed it up a bit." He sped it and it soon felt like I was on a job. I felt the strain on my ankle a bit, since I was hopping from one leg to the other. "How is it now?"
"Not too bad."
"Then, I’ll speed it a little bit and keep it at that." He said and did so. The speed wasn’t that different but I knew I had to move my legs faster this time. It wasn’t something I couldn’t handle so I kept at it. "This is the stop button. If you’re tired and feel like you can’t go on any longer then tap on this."
"Okay," I said.
I watched as he got on the treadmill on the other side, since Ki-hoon was using the treadmill to my right.
I didn’t watch any further since I was scared I would lose focus of my feet, and that would be bad.
So, I focused on trying to reach my limit as well as pass it.
The ankle made things a little hard for me as I kept going, and I was almost tempted to stop, but I decided to persevere. It couldn’t get any worse from here, you know. I just needed to jog to the point that I no longer feel the pain.
And in time, I no longer felt it, though I was out of breath. I felt like I couldn’t go on any longer but maybe that was just the extent I knew of.
If I could just get past my limit... I wasn’t even running as fast as the two next to me but I was already tired.
I needed to last a bit longer. Even if I wasn’t running as fast as they were, I needed to at least stop when they did, I puffed up, ready to chest it all until Seo-Jun said,
"You’re going longer than I expected. I’m so proud of you." He had shaky breath, like he was exhausted, and stopped his treadmill.
Seeing Seo-Jun stop his, I decided to stop mine as well and kept going until it stopped.
I crouched, my hands positioned on my knees as I breathed hard, sweat dripping down from my body.
I could tell my shirt and every part of me were soaked with my sweat.
This was the most I had sweated in my life.
This... I feel so proud of myself.
"You’re doing good, Jo-Pil." Seo-Jun scuffled my hair, smiling happily. "I feel proud..." His words touched me, but then he added. "...of myself for training you this far."
I felt irked and snapped his hand away from my hair.
That crazy guy couldn’t even give me compliments and gave them to himself instead.
He laughed.
"I was joking." He said. "I feel proud of you, Jo-Pil."
Hm, it’s not so bad.
