Classifieds: PowerAbs
Series: Classifieds
Title: PowerAbs
Pairing: Kiwoon
Genre: Fluff
Rating: pg13
Summary: Dongwoon signs up to the gym where personal trainers are a free service
PowerAbs
Two months FREE when you sign up for a one year membership.
Dongwoon signs up for a free gym membership after finding a coupon in the newspaper. When he enters he finds the circular reception desk also accommodates a smoothie stand and small health-snack store. There’s a series of tables around one side of the room and two doors leading to the locker rooms just passed them. The receptionist hands him some forms and a pen then points him towards a table in a corner where he can fill it out. He thanks her and settles himself into the corner.
A short boy with black hair takes a seat at the table next to him. Dongwoon glances up from the form and takes the other man in. The man - more like boy, is short with cropped black hair and thick lips currently slurping a smoothie. He offers Dongwoon a million-dollar grin, lips curling around a bright pink straw. Dongwoon smiles back shyly in return as the stranger sits behind him and unfolds a newspaper.
Great. It’s one of those gyms filled with intimidatingly buff people.
The questions are easy enough; name, age, gender, current address, bank details and medical history but then he comes to a question that stops him. ‘Would you like a personal trainer?’ He murmurs it out loud. A personal trainer; Aren’t those expensive? All the European celebrities have them. He furrows his brows. He really can’t afford it.
‘Personal trainers are free, you know. It’s part of the service here’ The ebony haired boy swivels in his seat and Dongwoon turns around so fast he thinks he might have snapped his own neck. ‘Free?’ He asks dumbly. The stranger nods and stands up. Dongwoon notices he finished his smoothie. He also notices the way the black wife beater hugs the male’s chest, a little looser on his stomach. He’s a little distracted by the toned arms that reach around him, the stranger’s chest pressed to his shoulder and he gulps. ‘You should ask for Lee Kikwang-ah. He’s the best’
The Stranger pulls away and picks up his paper and the empty plastic cup. He bends slightly, sweat pants clinging to the curve of his well-formed ass and then he straightens. ‘I’ll see you around, Son Dongwoon-sshi ’ The stranger winks over his shoulder and disappears behind a door clearly marked ‘Men’s locker room’. It’s not till Dongwoon looks back down at his form that he realises the stranger had ticked yes for a personal trainer.
Dongwoon returns two days later for his induction, ten minutes early and clad out in sweat pants and an old tee-shirt that’s 5 sizes too big. It clings to his shoulders and highlights his beanpole frame, tenting around him. The same receptionist greets him and directs him to wait at the same table as before. ‘Mr Lee will be with you in a few minutes’.
He isn’t waiting more than five minutes when the big-lipped boy slips into a seat opposite him, smoothie in hand. Dongwoon smiles at him, almost forgetting where he is before he opens his mouth to speak. ‘Lee Kikwang-sshi will be here any moment’ He intends to say. The stranger plops his drink onto the table, orange liquid sloshing against the plastic lid. He smiles again - the same million-dollar smile that makes Dongwoon’s stomach leap and extends a hand. ‘Hello. I’m Lee Kikwang, your new personal trainer’
Title: PowerAbs
Pairing: Kiwoon
Genre: Fluff
Rating: pg13
Summary: Dongwoon signs up to the gym where personal trainers are a free service
PowerAbs
Two months FREE when you sign up for a one year membership.
Dongwoon signs up for a free gym membership after finding a coupon in the newspaper. When he enters he finds the circular reception desk also accommodates a smoothie stand and small health-snack store. There’s a series of tables around one side of the room and two doors leading to the locker rooms just passed them. The receptionist hands him some forms and a pen then points him towards a table in a corner where he can fill it out. He thanks her and settles himself into the corner.
A short boy with black hair takes a seat at the table next to him. Dongwoon glances up from the form and takes the other man in. The man - more like boy, is short with cropped black hair and thick lips currently slurping a smoothie. He offers Dongwoon a million-dollar grin, lips curling around a bright pink straw. Dongwoon smiles back shyly in return as the stranger sits behind him and unfolds a newspaper.
Great. It’s one of those gyms filled with intimidatingly buff people.
The questions are easy enough; name, age, gender, current address, bank details and medical history but then he comes to a question that stops him. ‘Would you like a personal trainer?’ He murmurs it out loud. A personal trainer; Aren’t those expensive? All the European celebrities have them. He furrows his brows. He really can’t afford it.
‘Personal trainers are free, you know. It’s part of the service here’ The ebony haired boy swivels in his seat and Dongwoon turns around so fast he thinks he might have snapped his own neck. ‘Free?’ He asks dumbly. The stranger nods and stands up. Dongwoon notices he finished his smoothie. He also notices the way the black wife beater hugs the male’s chest, a little looser on his stomach. He’s a little distracted by the toned arms that reach around him, the stranger’s chest pressed to his shoulder and he gulps. ‘You should ask for Lee Kikwang-ah. He’s the best’
The Stranger pulls away and picks up his paper and the empty plastic cup. He bends slightly, sweat pants clinging to the curve of his well-formed ass and then he straightens. ‘I’ll see you around, Son Dongwoon-sshi ’ The stranger winks over his shoulder and disappears behind a door clearly marked ‘Men’s locker room’. It’s not till Dongwoon looks back down at his form that he realises the stranger had ticked yes for a personal trainer.
Dongwoon returns two days later for his induction, ten minutes early and clad out in sweat pants and an old tee-shirt that’s 5 sizes too big. It clings to his shoulders and highlights his beanpole frame, tenting around him. The same receptionist greets him and directs him to wait at the same table as before. ‘Mr Lee will be with you in a few minutes’.
He isn’t waiting more than five minutes when the big-lipped boy slips into a seat opposite him, smoothie in hand. Dongwoon smiles at him, almost forgetting where he is before he opens his mouth to speak. ‘Lee Kikwang-sshi will be here any moment’ He intends to say. The stranger plops his drink onto the table, orange liquid sloshing against the plastic lid. He smiles again - the same million-dollar smile that makes Dongwoon’s stomach leap and extends a hand. ‘Hello. I’m Lee Kikwang, your new personal trainer’