Maybe Not So Bad? (1)
Heehee. Looks like oppa's even coming to pick me up today.
Today's my one-week mark at the gym. It wasn't just about blaming oppa—I wanted to make an effort too, so I started going. At first, it was so annoying, but thinking of oppa kept me going, and now I'm kinda getting used to it. It's only a week, but I can already tell it's working a little.
Maybe it's the workout effects, but oppa—who'd been struggling lately—managed twice last night. Back-to-back! Just thinking about it last night still makes me shiver. He was so worked up, pounding into me while staring down, all sweaty and sexy. Felt so good. He went wild on top of me, then flipped me over onto my stomach and kept going...
"Eek!" Coming to work out and having these dumb horny thoughts. Wait, maybe we'll do it again today? Come to think of it, oppa's been different since I started exercising. He gets excited easier and lasts till the end.
I changed into my gym clothes and caught a glimpse of myself in the locker room mirror. Hmm, something looks different... My butt feels a bit firmer? Can you really see changes in just a week? I don't know, but seeing how oppa's changed, it must be working. If I keep at it, it'll show for real. Oppa will love it even more—he already says I'm sexier.
Alright! Let's go hard today!
"..."
I stepped out confidently, but seeing the gym packed with people made me shrink back again. It's the biggest, most famous one around, which is why I signed up, but maybe that was a mistake. Guys and girls all look like pros, and it's always crowded. Feels like everyone's staring at me.
I wanted to try that machine today too... The one good for hip-ups, but it's popular, so someone's on it again. A super fit unnie this time. I hovered awkwardly around it, then headed to the treadmill instead. I'll do this for now and wait for an opening.
Getting to the gym is fine, but it's always like this. Peeking around, too shy to jump in, then someone cuts in line. I step away for water, and it's taken. Squats are good for hips, but I'm scared to load that barbell. And bodyweight squats? I can do those at home anytime.
Anyway, I'm definitely trying that machine today.
"Hoo..."
After jogging a bit, I finally feel like I'm working out. I glance over—now a different unnie's on it. Even sluttier outfit than before, making me feel small again. How do they even wear that? Huge tits half out, pants so tight her ass line shows everything. Do you need clothes like that for confidence? My baggy navy gym set from the counter feels lame.
I sigh softly and approach from a distance. Not too close to seem pushy, but enough to signal I'm waiting. Can't let it get snatched again.
"Huh? Seoyeoni!"
I'm fidgeting, peeking anxiously, when someone calls my name.
"Yeah...?"
"No way! It is you, Seoyeoni!"
"...Hyeonwoo oppa?"
"Hey. How've you been?"
I'm surprised for a second, but Hyeonwoo oppa looks pretty hot. Neatly swept-back hair, sharp manly features. His t-shirt hugs his body, and you can glimpse those subtle muscles underneath. First impression: handsome. And I'm not the only one noticing—the girls around are sneaking glances too. Even the slutty unnie working out in front of me...
"Yeah, doing alright."
That said, I still don't like Hyeonwoo oppa much. First impression was okay, but the next time was the worst. He was totally hitting on me. Still pisses me off thinking about it. What did he take me for? No, more like, what did he take my oppa for? How'd we end up here anyway? It'll be awkward, but I'll just say hi and bail.
"Weird running into you at the gym."
"Ahaha. Yeah..."
"You come here?"
"Uh, yeah. Just started a week ago."
"Oh, cool? I've been coming here forever—my place is nearby."
"Ah~ I see."
Nearby? So we might bump into each other often? Even worse. I was thinking of switching gyms anyway—now I really should.
"How's Minjun hyung?"
"At home. You doing okay too, I guess."
I'm edging away, but nowhere to go. I wanna do that machine...
"So, what're you up to? Hip thrust?"
"Yeah...? Oh, right. Trying to..."
"Then wait up front. What're you doing back here?"
"I know, but... didn't wanna seem pushy."
"Psh, who cares? Come here."
Hyeonwoo oppa shrugs and heads straight to the slutty unnie. My heart drops, but I follow just in case.
"Excuse me, hi."
"Yes?"
The slutty unnie pauses like she was waiting, eyes wide and cute. She tosses her hair back, pushing her chest out for a good view. Wow, she was waiting for Hyeonwoo oppa... From behind, it's all on display.
"How many sets you got left?"
"Pardon...?"
"We're next. We've been waiting."
She glances between Hyeonwoo oppa and me, face stiffening. No sound, but I swear I hear a hmpf.
"All done. Go ahead."
"Thanks!"
She flips her hair, stands, scans me up and down, and struts off. I shrink involuntarily.
"O-oppa... You didn't force her off, did you?"
"Force? This is how it's done."
Hyeonwoo oppa winks and wipes down the sweaty machine thoroughly. A bit embarrassing, but kinda thoughtful.
"Wanna try?"
"...Thanks."
Wow, finally...! I recall the form I'd been sneaking peeks at and awkwardly lie down. Bar on my hips. Feet here, hands on the grips... But is he just gonna watch? Grateful, but the position's embarrassing. My pants rode up—super short now...
"...Seoyeoni, first time on this?"
I'm fixing my wedgie when Hyeonwoo oppa asks casually.
"Huh? Oh, yeah... First try."
"Form's everything in workouts. Press your body tight first."
"You know this one?"
"I know all the machines here!"
"Whoa, really...?"
"Hip exercise—power from the glutes. Lemme show you form."
Sudden personal trainer? Might as well learn a bit... Hyeonwoo oppa doesn't seem so bad today. No flirting or hitting on me—just helping a beginner he's happy to see.
"Shoulders back. Spread your legs a bit more?"
"L-like this...?"
"Yeah. Good."
See? Last time he tried grabbing my hand and stuff. Today he's super careful, barely touching. Maybe that day was just weird... Anyway, he's fine today.
"Hng... This is tough!"
"One more! Butt power—boom! One!"
"Eek! D-don't make it funny...!!"
"Okay, okay. Power up, slow rep!"
Lying there just lifting my hips was embarrassing at first, but now I don't care. Wedgie or not—finish first. I grunt and barely lift.
"H-ha... One...!"
"There ya go. Doing great."
"Hnnng... You're the one making it funny...!"
"Workouts need spirit!"
Hyeonwoo oppa's back to that goofy guy from when we met. Weird cheers, silly pump-up dances. Counts reps super loud. Workout was one thing—dying laughing was another.
"How's the butt feel?"
"Like it's gonna burst!"
"O~ That's perfect. For hip-ups, keep it powered all day. See that girl? Butt power—boom! That's how she walks."
"Oppa~!"
I giggle and smack his arm; he grins.
"So, Seoyeoni, what's your goal?"
"Me? Diet and better figure..."
"Figure means butt and tits?"
"...Well, yeah."
I play coy, but I feel his glance. Good thing gym clothes are loose. A bit shy, but not bad.
"Cool. I'll make you a routine. Spot you too."
"Whoa! For real?"
Super grateful, but he's here to work out too—okay to hang with me?
"What about you, oppa? Don't you need to train?"
"More fun showing around newbies."
"Newbies...?"
"Yeah. They smell so horny."
He grins mischievously, sniffing the air.
"Eek! What~!"
I laugh and swat his arm; he scans the gym seriously. Kinda funny even then.
"Hmm. Machine rundown first?"
"Huh? Yes! I don't know any of this stuff."
"For real? Nothing?"
"Nope, zilch..."
"Damn. Way too horny."
"Oppa! Quit saying weird stuff~"
"Can't call horny what it is?"
He grins, surveys the gym, then claps.
"Alright, start simple?"
"Yes!"
Used to be boring and tedious... With Hyeonwoo oppa, it's fun—feels like a real workout. Gotta learn hard!
"Ugh. I can walk fine..."
"Shaking like a newborn calf. Look."
"Oppa, seriously... Don't tease...!"
"See? Wobbly wobbly~"
"Eek! O-oppa~!"
He loosens his supporting grip; my legs tremble in the glass door reflection. He laughs and grabs again—feels steady instantly, even without much pressure. Weird.
"Anyway, three times a week?"
"Yeah! I'll text ahead. But if it gets annoying, tell me!"
"I go six days—fine."
"Still..."
We swapped numbers. Not a total stranger—he's oppa's friend. Easier this way since he's offering.
"Ha. Minjun hyung's lucky. Cute pic."
"Eep...! W-why look at that~!"
"Gonna see it anyway when you text."
He's peeking at my profile pic—me kissing Minjun oppa's cheek. Embarrassing, even if true.
"A-anyway, I'm off~"
"Yeah. Careful. Watch the wobbles!"
"Jeez... Got it!"
Through the car window, Hyeonwoo oppa waves laughing. I wave back smiling. Annoying as it must've been, he helped tons today. Form tips, tricks. Was he just drunk that time...? Anyway, not as bad as I thought.
No profile pic for Hyeonwoo oppa? Figured he'd have one—scrolling yields nothing.
"..."
Oh right! Oppa said text before finishing! Forgot chatting and laughing with Hyeonwoo oppa.
Wait, maybe this is better? Picking me up's a hassle—better to say no need. I'm on the subway, don't bother coming out. Oh, and tell him about running into Hyeonwoo oppa at the gym today. How he helped tons.