Maybe It's Not So Bad? (2)
"He counts the reps super loud... I thought I was gonna die laughing!"
"…"
The moment we got home, Seoyeoni was chattering away about Hyeonwoo. I'd told him she was coming to the gym, but I hadn't expected them to meet right away. That guy Hyeonwoo doesn't even give you a heads-up. Would it have been better if he'd mentioned it to me first? I'd gotten all ready to pick her up, but she said she'd forgotten to text me.
Working out with Hyeonwoo, talking with him, laughing and chatting... My stomach churned, but I kept quiet and listened.
"He knew all the machines one by one as we went around. Taught me everything."
"…Yeah?"
"Yeah! He's amazing. Oh, right! He said he'd do PT with me too! Three times a week. Isn't that awesome?"
Seoyeoni grinned like it was the best news ever. She'd said she was gonna do it for real... and on day one, Hyeonwoo had already secured a reason to see her regularly.
"Oh, and we exchanged numbers too... That's not weird, right?"
She glanced at me cautiously, then shrugged. Exchanging numbers... My stomach wasn't just churning anymore—it was flipping inside out.
"Not weird at all. You're just getting close to my friend..."
What could I even say? All I could do was nod and pretend it was great.
Amid the nausea, a heavy pull tugged at my groin.
"But you didn't like Hyeonwoo much before. You okay with him now?"
"Dunno! That day was just kinda weird, maybe. He seems like a nice oppa otherwise?"
"…"
"He's helping me for free—what's not to like? And he's hilarious too."
Seoyeoni smiled faintly, thinking of Hyeonwoo. Things never go the way I expect. I'd hoped she'd badmouth him and boost my ego, but now she thought he was fine. More than fine—she seemed to like him a lot.
I wanted to tell her he wasn't that great, that he had girls around him all the time, that he was probably hitting on her on purpose. But the words wouldn't come. In terms of excitement, this was way more intense than any ego boost—several times over.
"Yeah, Hyeonwoo's a good guy. Probably just a misunderstanding back then, right?"
"Guess so! He's not as bad as I thought."
"Yeah, he's not like that. He's got great people skills, super approachable—that's probably why."
"Ah~"
Seoyeoni nodded cutely. Here I was, spewing praise for Hyeonwoo that I didn't even mean, and she was agreeing. What the hell did I even want? I didn't know my own heart anymore. One thing was clear, though: I was excited right now...
"Does he work out well? Nice body?"
"Didn't see him actually working out, but his body's great. Oh! Some noona was checking him out too?"
"First I've heard."
"Yeah! Total stranger. She kept looking up at him, pushing her tits together~"
Seoyeoni giggled like it was hilarious, "Puhehe." Guess that's what happens when you're handsome with a great body. A twinge of envy stabbed my chest alongside the thrill.
"Anyway, if you start working out, you'll be like that too, right, oppa? Su~per hot!"
"…"
"Of course, you're hot now too!"
She squeezed my soft arm. She meant it as a compliment, but it sounded off to me. No amount of working out could change my frame to match Hyeonwoo's. It felt like she was saying toned-up Hyeonwoo was way hotter than pathetic me. My head was all messed up—I didn't even know how.
"Working out fixes everything! Look, even a little makes it like this~"
Seoyeoni grabbed my hand and made me grope her ass. I couldn't really tell, but... something made me want to confirm. That she was mine. That I was the only one for her.
"Heehee. See? A bit firmer, right? Hyeonwoo oppa said just follow him and it'll be fine! Gonna get even better~?"
Seoyeoni wiggled cutely, his name on her lips. For now, that mouth. The one saying his name, laughing with him, chatting happily...
"Nh! O-, oppa?"
I pushed her shoulders down, making her kneel in front of me. She looked up in confusion, then flinched at the sight of my bulging pants.
"What...? When did it get this..."
"Use your mouth."
"Huh? W-with my mouth? What about our chicken...?"
I just stared silently, and she swallowed hard, trembling a little. I unzipped, and she gingerly gripped my suddenly sprung cock.
"Hii, it's so haaard..."
After her cute remark, she hesitated, then buried her face between my legs. A sharp, soft sensation spread through my whole body.
"Taste good?"
"Uhng? O-, oppa..."
"I asked if it tastes good."
I growled low, and she looked up at me with hazy eyes.
"Yeah... it tastes good..."
"Then put it in your mouth and suck."
"Nh... O-oppa, we're being too naughty..."
Blushing and trembling softly, she still took it in. Without me telling her, she swallowed deep—right to her throat. An inexplicable sense of victory surged up my spine. No matter how close she got to Hyeonwoo, no matter the jokes and laughter, he'd never see her like this.
"Feels good sucking my cock, huh?"
"Hngp, ng...!"
I surprised even myself saying that. But Seoyeoni didn't flinch—she seemed even more turned on. Coughing lightly, she still deepthroated it fully and nodded eagerly.
"Hep, chup... Png! Hngp..."
Eyes squeezed shut, totally focused on sucking me off. Watching her was pure bliss... but even though I thought I couldn't get more aroused, disgusting fantasies wormed into my head.
Someday... could Seoyeoni suck Hyeonwoo's cock too? Would she get this excited doing it? Would she take him this deep? Or maybe his was too big—she couldn't manage it. Hacking and coughing, tears welling up, slapping her thighs like she couldn't take it. Unlike now, where she handled mine easily, she'd struggle and suffer with his massive one. Imagining that far made me want to puke. The nausea hit hard, but my cock throbbed even heavier, on the verge of bursting.
"Hngt...? Kyaa!"
I yanked Seoyeoni up and threw her onto the bed. She looked up at me, face flushed. I roughly stripped her pants off and slipped a hand into her panties. Her pussy was drenched.
"Haa, why are you so wet?"
"Nh...! N-nooo... O-oppa did it so suddenly..."
"This is because of me, right?"
"Uhng...?"
"Never mind."
It was just imagination. Nothing like that would ever happen. So it was fine. Just a fantasy—disgusting, but mine alone.
"O-oppaaa... Hngp!"
I kissed her roughly while yanking off her panties.
"Oppa! I'll go change into my workout clothes."
"Yeah. I'll wait out front."
Lately, I've been so happy. Minjun oppa's changed so much—he's like a whole new person. He's way more affectionate now, and the vibe's different. Especially at night... no need to say it. Just starting workouts did this—crazy. Why didn't I think of it sooner? I had no idea he'd love it this much. Did my ass really change that much...? Not sure, but if oppa likes it, I'm thrilled. Feels like I'm getting all the love and attention. Yay! Time to work hard again today!
"Oppa! Go super hard on me today!"
"O~ What's this? It'll be tough—are you sure?"
"I can do anything! Make it really intense!"
If oppa likes it, I can do whatever. I'll train hard and do all the cute stuff he loves. Motivation's burning!
"Alright, stretching first?"
"Stretching? I wanna go intense, not that..."
"Gotta stretch to go intense. Or you'll get hurt."
Hyeonwoo oppa shrugged and led me toward the area packed with ripped guys.
"Wh-where we going?"
"Huh? To stretch."
The free weight zone, full of veteran lifters. I'd never even thought of going there. Some girls, but mostly dudes. Buff guys doing weird exercises—kinda scary.
"It's crowded and weird there... Can't we just do it here?"
"Psh, what's weird? We'll do it on the mats over there."
He pointed to mats in one corner of the free weight zone. Better since it's tucked away, but... a rough-looking guy had dumbbells scattered everywhere, doing some bizarre workout. Lifting with grunts, tossing them—loud crashes, super dangerous.
"There's someone there too...?"
"Just one guy? It's not his private spot. And he's being reckless. C'mon! Stretching's important."
"Eek! O-oppa, wait...!"
Not thrilled, but I trailed after him.
"Hey."
"…"
No response—probably headphones. "Hey!" Louder this time, and the guy finally turned, looking pissed. Felt like he wanted to fight—terrifying.
"What?"
"We're stretching here—mind giving us the space?"
"Huh?"
The rough guy glanced at Hyeonwoo oppa and me. I flinched harder, and oppa subtly shielded me with his back. Suddenly, all I saw was his broad back and shoulders. Heart pounding for some reason.
"Just do it next to him."
"How, with him being that dangerous?"
"What'd you say?"
His growl made me tremble. Why fight over stretching...? Just go somewhere else.
"Stop tossing the dumbbells and move over a bit."
"Ha, seriously."
"What? Got something to say?"
The guy snorted, and Hyeonwoo oppa sounded pissed too. I was so scared, I clutched his shirt tight.
"You got something to say?"
Hyeonwoo oppa loomed over him, voice low. The guy wasn't small, but oppa was bigger. His vibe shifted, and the guy clammed up.
"…Fine, I'm done."
The silent guy dusted his hands and tried to leave.
"Leaving? Clean up then."
"…Uh, yeah."
Grudging and curt, but he picked up the dumbbells without argument. Oppa watched till he was gone, then turned with a grin.
"All good! Seoyeoni, lie down here."
"O-oppa... you fought him?"
"Huh? Fight what?"
The scary voice was gone—back to kind Hyeonwoo oppa. My heart kept racing weirdly.
"Y-you totally fought that guy..."
"Nah~ Just asked him to move."
"No way... it was a fight..."
"Well... he was being dangerous. Someone could've gotten hurt. And cleaning up's basic."
"…"
"Alright, stretching time! For that sexy ass shake of yours!"
I couldn't help but laugh at his playful return, but something felt off. Like... super manly. Personality, body—total guy. Not sure what "manly" exactly means, but... yeah, weird feeling.