Jungkook and Mingyu arrived at the extravagant party venue in Bahrain, surrounded by luxury cars and opulent decorations. "Nice, such a huge failure party."
Mingyu tried to reassure Jungkook, "It's not a failure party, Jungkook. It's a celebration that you are safe after the Formula 1 crash."
"For me it is a failure party," He replied. As they entered, Jungkook wondered at the grandeur of the party.
"Who is the host?" He asked.
Mingyu chuckled, "We're at the estate of the richest person in the world. Not quite a surprise, huh?"
"You were staying in this hotel? Meanwhile I was in that hospital." Jungkook said.
"The hospital looked like a hotel too." Mingyu replied and it was true the hospital did look really good. But this place was like a palace.
"How are people so rich?" He mumbled.
"Jungkook, you are rich too." Mingyu replied. But Jungkook shook his head.
"I am not this type of rich." Jungkook said.
Their manager came and took them to meet the host. As they approached them, they noticed Amyra was with that too, she was wearing a really pretty little blue dress, with her hijab.
Their manager, Mingyu introduced Jungkook to him. His name was Azlan, he looked young and was extremely handsome.
"Yes, yes of course. I heard a lot of you both, my fiance don't shut up about your team." Azlan said.
Fiance? Jungkook noticed Amyra's hand and she was wearing a ring. He didn't see her wearing the ring before in the hospital.
Before he added, "I want to invest in Ferrari but she said Mercedes AMG is the best. But I learnt the lesson never to listen to the woman again, they just waste money."
Mingyu and Jungkook were surprised by his rudeness, he single handedly Made fun of their team, Amyra and girls in general.
"It's not about winning." Amyra said.
"What else is it about then?" Azlan asked. And Amyra rolled her eyes. "It's always about winning,"
Now Jungkook has the same thinking, that winning is everything. But Azlan felt arrogant and Jungkook wanted to take Amyra's side.
"I agree with Amyra too." Jungkook replied. And Azlan gave her a confused look.
"How do you know her name?" He asked. Amyra looked scared and worried now.
"She was in the hospital where I was admitted, so I met her a few times." Jungkook replied.
"Oh I see, well it's her final year of med school. I told her to stop her studies but she badly wanted to become a doctor. So I allowed her to complete her medical. But the degree will be useless as she is not gonna work after marriage." Azlan said.
"Why?" Jungkook asked.
"She doesn't need to," He replied. Jungkook and Mingyu saw too as Amyra rolled her eyes, she doesn't seem to like her fiance or what he says.
Azlan went to meet other people and Amyra was standing alone now. "He is quite the opposite from you." Mingyu spoke.
"Hmm, yeah." She nodded her head. "He is annoying. I am sorry for what he said."
"Don't apologize to him." Jungkook said, before asking her, "Why were you not wearing the ring in the hospital? Were you hiding the fact that you are engaged?"
Amyra shook her head. "Jewelry is not allowed in hospitals, so I couldn't wear it."
"How rich is your fiance?" Mingyu asked. Jungkook stared at him, it was a stupid question to ask her directly.
"Rich enough that my uncle couldn't say no when he asked my hand for marriage." Amyra replied. "I should leave it, I shouldn't stand here for longer."
She said, knowing the people will start rumors or talk badly about her. So she left.
Mingyu leaned in and whispered, "Quite a power couple, isn't it? But why are you burning?"
"Shut up, I am not," Jungkook replied. Maybe just a little, he just met her. But he clearly dislikes her fiance."She seems like a nice girl, I just hope things go well for her."
__
Jungkook decided to hit the hotel gym for a workout session. As he entered, the thuds of boxing gloves hitting a bag caught his attention.
Turning toward the source, he spotted Amyra, clad in a Hijab, fiercely focused on her boxing routine.
Impressed by her strength and dedication, he really admires the woman who works out. Jungkook couldn't help but wonder if she felt hot in the Hijab. She was wearing a black zipper hoodie with tights.
He didn't want to interrupt her workout, choosing instead to admire from a distance. However, Amyra, in the midst of her intense routine, noticed Jungkook and flashed a friendly wave.
Caught off guard, Jungkook playfully remarked, "Stalking me in the gym, huh?"
Amyra, still engrossed in her workout, chuckled and replied, "No, I'm not stalking. Just here to break a sweat."
"You live here?" He asked. And nodded her head.
"Yeah, for sometime." She replied and then he told her to continue her workout as he went to do his workout.
Amyra took notice of his intensity and approached him with a friendly smile. "Hey, maybe go for something low impact today. Your body needs a bit of recovery," she suggested, concerned in her voice.
Jungkook, appreciating the advice, responded with a playful grin, "Alright, Doctor Amyra, what do you recommend?"
Amyra gladly accepted the impromptu role, "How about we focus on some light cardio and flexibility exercises? It'll be good for your recovery."
Jungkook nodded, "Sounds like a plan. Will you be my trainer for the day?"
Amyra agreed, "Gladly. Let's make it a productive and gentle workout session."
After helping Jungkook a little she went to complete her workout.
Amyra focused on her deadlifts, the weights clinking as she exerted herself. Sweat glistened on her forehead. Just as she was deep into her set, her fiance Azlan strutted in, exuding confidence.
"I was looking for you, I knew you were here." Azlan said Amyra put the weights down before she turned to him.
"Yeah, are you here to workout too?" She asked.
"Why not, mind if I join in? Deadlifts, right?" He said.
Amyra looked at him skeptically, "Sure, but don't you think you should warm up first?"
Azlan, smirking, "Nah, I'm good. I'm a man, after all. I can definitely lift the weight you were lifting."
Amyra rolled her eyes, she would have stopped him, because he can get injured without warmup but as soon as he pulled out the man card.
She allowed Azlan to step up to the bar loaded with 70 kg. Amyra has lean muscle and it doesn't even look like she could lift 15 kg more than her own weight, so that is why her fiance was so confident.
He grabbed it confidently but struggled to lift it off the ground. His determination was evident, but the weight proved too much.
Jungkook, observing nearby, couldn't help but chuckle at the scene.
"Looks like someone underestimated the woman." He mumbles.
Azlan, catching his breath, tried to lift it up but this time he ended up hurting his back.
"Are you okay?" Amyra asked. He nodded his head.
"I am, I just remember I need to call someone. I will go," He made an excuse and left the gym.
Jungkook and Amyra looked at each other and laughed. "He is only good at talking."
Amyra chuckled and nodded her head.
__
It was Jungkook's last day in Bahrain, he was looking for Amyra, he really enjoyed being here for 3 weeks, and now it was time to leave.
He wanted to see her for the last time and say proper bye to her. He didn't meet her in the hotel gym or hotel lobby, he found out she was staying in the penthouse of the hotel.
He got the idea of her and her family, they looked really well off. She hasn't mentioned her parents so he doesn't know where they are. But she did mention her uncle and aunty and also her fiance.
Jungkook hesitated, unsure where to find Amyra. At first he wanted to talk to the hotel lobby but he thought it would not be a good thing to do.
"I don't understand Jungkook? Why do you want to meet her? She has a fiance." Mingyu said.
"She has become my friend, I just want to see her." Jungkook replied. Then he decided to check into the hospital.
Jungkook watched Amyra from a distance in the hospital, her figure framed by the soft glow of the olive green hijab.
Quietly observing, he hesitated to disturb her peace. Jungkook took a deep breath, mustering the courage to approach her.
But what will he say to her? What if she finds it weird that he came all the way to her?
Jungkook needed an excuse to talk to her. He really wants to talk to her.
Jungkook winced, looking at Mingyu with determination. "Hit me, Mingyu."
Mingyu furrowed his brows, puzzled. "Why would I do that?"
Jungkook leaned in, whispering, "Amyra can only touch me for medical reasons."
Mingyu's eyes widened, and a mischievous grin spread across his face. "I wanted to do this for a while,"
He hesitated for a moment before delivering a surprisingly powerful punch to Jungkook's face.
Jungkook cursed, holding his cheek. "I didn't mean that hard!"
Ignoring Jungkook's complaints, Mingyu watched as he walked into the hospital. Jungkook approached Amyra, who looked surprised to see him.
"What happened to you?" she asked, noticing the forming bruise.
Jungkook smirked. "Just a little accident. Mind fixing me up, Doc?"
Amyra chuckled, shaking her head. "You're unbelievable, Jungkook." She started treating his wounds, and as a doctor, her touch was both gentle and professional.
"I am leaving," He said.
"I will met you in next season then." She exclaimed.
"Are you gonna be in Bahrain next season?" He asked.
"Yeah, I am getting married to Azlan, so I will be here." She replied.
"You are not from here?" He asked, knowing that she is staying in a hotel penthouse.
"No, I am from turkey." She replied. "Then moved to UAE with my aunt and uncle, and now here, I literally have no home after my parents dead."
"Good thing that F1 races take places in all of these countries, we can still meet give me your number." He said.
"We will meet if we would be meant to meet." She replied, she doesn't want to give her number and he understood. "I will be in Bahrain, and only come to watch the race if you drive."
"You promise you will?" He asked.
"I will try my best, but you have to promise to give me a wedding gift next time when we meet." She exclaimed. Which made Jungkook chuckle.
"What can I give to you, that Your already rich soon to husband can't give you?" He said.
"Maybe Equality?" She said.
"Does he not give you equal rights?" He asked. And he knows he doesn't, he saw how he was. "Isn't in islam woman has more rights?"
"Islam has guaranteed the rights of woman in every sphere of life like men, but it's just the society and people who take those rights away." She replied.
"I hope things go well for you." He said.
She smiled, "I hope things go well for me too, and for you, I want to see you win."
Jungkook stared at her, "I will try my best."
__