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Like some of the incredible things that have happened in Hanbin’s life, they first came with a push.
He developed an interest in dance due to his love for music, but only began dancing at the behest of his parents pushing him to chase his dreams. He enjoyed dancing, but only began entering competitions when his dance teachers told him his talent shouldn’t go to waste. Only after this series of pushes did he begin taking dancing seriously, completing college and becoming a dance teacher full-time.
Hanbin would say he feels fulfilled in his current position. He’s working his dream job at a studio he has partial ownership in. Over the years, he’s also made great friends and connections with the other teachers at the studio.
One of those friends is fellow dance teacher Seok Matthew, who is currently pushing him again.
“I’m already teaching dance for eight hours a day, and I’m in good shape. Why would I need to exercise even more?”
“Hyung,” Matthew says, poking at Hanbin. “Look at my arms. These didn’t come from dancing. They came from hard work and perseverance in the gym.” Matthew begins flexing his arms while looking at the wall of mirrors in Hanbin’s studio, moving his arms around so the light hits them best.
“And no offense,” Matthew continues, “but you could get bigger. You have the potential to get huge, plus you’re tall so it would look good on you. Your proportions are already insane but they could be better. If I were you, I wouldn’t waste this opportunity.”
Hanbin sighs. “I know you’re saying all of this because you want a gym buddy, but this isn’t really an urgent interest of mine.”
“Look,” Matthew says, “I have a guest pass so you wouldn’t even need to pay to come with me. And we get off in,” Matthew looks down and checks his watch. “An hour.”
“Okay,” Hanbin relents. “I’ll go…”
“Yes!”
“If you buy me dinner after.”
Matthew stares at him with disbelief. “Fine. But only this once.”
“Great,” Hanbin says. “I have one more class. Meet me out front later.”
After leaving the gym (and after a very delicious bowl of kimchi jjigae, courtesy of Matthew), Hanbin arrives home feeling better than he thought he would. He slips off his shoes and shirt, getting ready to get under the hot water of his shower. His muscles ache, but it feels satisfying, kind of like the feeling of getting tattooed. He could get addicted to this.
He falls into a routine of going with Matthew to the gym after work a couple times a week, learning the basics of what constitutes leg day and arm day and what the different workout machines do. While expanding his repertoire of gym knowledge over the next few weeks, Matthew tells him to get his own membership so Hanbin can come without needing him there.
Like the pushes before, Hanbin takes this one in stride and becomes a member of Matthew’s gym. His newfound desire to get “swole,” as Matthew says, outweighs the hesitance he once held. He starts feeling more energetic and confident, more motivated to go everyday.
Two months after beginning his workout journey, Hanbin steps into the locker room, sweaty and ready to change and go home. After taking his shirt off, he looks at himself in the mirror of the locker room, turning around and flexing. He can see the muscles in his back beginning to ripple under his skin. His biceps and traps have expanded to a considerable degree, looking bigger than when he first started. His shoulders are broader too, and he starts to see himself filling out shirts more.
Hanbin is happy with his progress and decides to keep going, if not to get bigger then to look better.
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He soon gets addicted to the gym, going nearly every day after work. Matthew tells him to slow down and take a breather, making sure he has at least one rest day every week. Hanbin finds this difficult since he’s been enjoying making progress, but does not want to risk injuring himself should he have to sit out of his own dance classes.
Thus, Hanbin decides Saturday will be his rest day, as a reward for going every day after work.
But one week, after three months of going to the gym six days a week, Hanbin misses his Friday workout after going out with some friends one night. He resolves to make it up by going to the gym the morning after.
That Saturday morning, Hanbin steps into the gym ready to make up for the session he missed out on with Wednesday’s disruption. He gets a mat off the stack in the corner of the gym and places it down to begin stretching.
While in the middle of his stretches, Hanbin hears a loud crash echo through his headphones and whips his head towards the noise. He identifies the source of the sound quickly: over by the weight rack near the treadmills, someone has dropped a 50 pound dumbbell on the floor.
What truly catches Hanbin’s attention, however, is the man he sees on one of the treadmills.
He’s the most beautiful man Hanbin has ever laid eyes on. The man had stopped walking on the treadmill to peer over at the weight rack. His plump, pretty lips are parted, eyes widened, and he seems to say something to the man who dropped the weight. Maybe he is asking if everything is okay. But Hanbin can’t focus on the words he could potentially make out from where he’s standing, too engrossed in staring at this gorgeous stranger’s face.
Hanbin’s eyes drift lower to the beautiful man’s body. His arms are thin but clearly strong under his fitted white tee. He also happens to be wearing a pair of the shortest running shorts Hanbin has ever seen. From Hanbin’s view of the man’s side profile, he sees how the man’s ass juts out. It’s plump and pretty, just like his lips. His legs complement it well too, thighs slightly thick and toned. His body is simply mesmerizing.
Hanbin only realizes how long he’s been staring when he looks back up to the man’s face and locks eyes with him. He gulps, conscious of how he’s been very obviously ogling this stranger for what couldn’t possibly be longer than a minute or two, but feels like ten. The beautiful man’s lips twitch into a smirk, cheeks rounding just slightly as he gives Hanbin a once-over and turns back to continue his walk on the treadmill, staring down at his phone.
Hanbin knows he’s been caught. He turns back to stretching, resolving to think of an excuse to make his way over to the treadmills within the next five minutes so he can talk to the man. When he finally finishes his stretching, however, the beautiful man is nowhere to be seen.
The following Saturday, Hanbin returns to the gym, determined to not let the opportunity to speak to the man who’s been on his mind the past week go to waste.
Once he realized the man didn’t go to the gym when he normally went after work on weekdays, he stopped going on Fridays. Matthew questioned why he suddenly stopped, and Hanbin gave a weak excuse.
“I’m going to start running on Saturday mornings instead.”
“You’re getting into cardio all of a sudden?” Matthew asked. “Pace yourself, hyung. You’ve been doing weights for months now with no cardio. Don’t go too hard for your first run. Better safe than sorry.”
Hanbin was thankful that Matthew had not asked any further questions and let him go on with the assumption that Hanbin would be doing Saturday morning runs from now on. He hadn’t technically lied, since he never specified where said runs would be taking place.
After Hanbin walks past the greeting desk into the gym, his eyes immediately begin scanning around the rows of treadmills for the man he’d seen last Saturday. He suddenly spots the same bubble butt from last week on a treadmill in the front row. Hanbin’s legs begin moving unconsciously, walking towards the man.
When Hanbin reaches the row of treadmills, he realizes he hasn’t entirely thought through what to do from here. Does he take the treadmill next to the man? No, isn’t that weird? There’s plenty of empty treadmills around him. It would be weird to take one directly right next to him.
Wait, does the man have a boyfriend? Is he even gay? The man is definitely suffering from a severe case of gay face, but Hanbin has seen crazier things happen.
Before Hanbin can fully decide or think through his spiraling inner monologue, the man glances up from his phone at Hanbin, softly smiling at him. Hanbin’s heart skips a beat and his breath gets stuck in his throat.
“Ah,” Hanbin lets out an involuntary noise. The beautiful man’s smile widens.
“Need something?” the beautiful man asks in slightly accented Korean. He tilts his head to the side, waiting for Hanbin’s response.
“Do you come here often?” Hanbin blurts out. He mentally slaps himself in the face. What kind of question is that? It’s a gym, not a bar. A gay bar, if this goes how Hanbin wants it to.
“Wait, sorry, I just meant I’ve never seen you here before. Not asking if you come here often. Well, I actually am, I just–”
The man places his palm over his mouth, giggling at Hanbin’s clear flusteredness. “I do. But you haven’t seen me before? I know you saw me last week.”
“You do? I mean, I did. I just… um…” Hanbin trails off, not knowing what to do. He’s still standing next to the man’s treadmill, who has turned the pace down to a slow stroll while he continues giggling at Hanbin’s misfortune.
“I’m just doing my hot girl walk,” the man says. “You can join me if you want.”
Hot girl walk? Hanbin has no idea what that means. First Matthew saying swole, which he had to look up, and now this. The gym lingo seems to be passing him by. He doesn’t focus on it for long, though. He decides to take the man’s invitation as an excuse, and steps onto the treadmill next to him. Problem solved!
Well, kind of. Hanbin still doesn’t know the man’s name.
As if the beautiful man reads his mind, he says, “I’m Hao. Zhang Hao. It’s good to meet you…” he trails off, waiting for Hanbin’s introduction.
“Ah, Hanbin. Sung Hanbin,” Hanbin replies, way too quickly for his own liking. “It’s nice to meet you, Zhang Hao-ssi.”
“Just call me Hao,” the beautiful man says, batting his eyelashes. At least, Hanbin thinks he is. He may be imagining it. Hao looks like he walked straight out of a fairytale. He’s like a princess. A princess wearing booty shorts walking on the treadmill that Hanbin really wants a piece of. Not of the treadmill, but of Hao’s ass.
“Is everything okay?” Hao asks, looking at Hanbin and cocking his brow. Hanbin realizes he’s been standing still dumbly on the unmoving treadmill, lost in his thoughts and staring at Hao. He needs an excuse, fast.
“Um, yeah!” Hanbin spits out, fiddling with his hands. He finally remembers his excuse. “I actually wanted to get into running, but I’ve only been lifting weights so far. I haven’t used the treadmill before, so I don’t know where to start.”
“I can tell,” Hao mutters under his breath, “but running? Maybe start at level ten on there then?” Hanbin swears he can see a mischievous glint in Hao’s eyes, but he must be imagining it.
He turns the machine on, upping the level to ten. It’s fast, but not too fast. This is what Hao recommended he start at? He’s got this in the bag.
After thirty minutes of running on level 10, Hanbin comes to the conclusion that he has severely underestimated any athletic abilities he may have thought he had. He’s only slightly panting but is dripping with sweat while Hao is still next to him, clicking away on his phone while walking. Hanbin doesn’t want to slow down or show any weakness in front of Hao, but he desperately needs to drink water. He turns the treadmill down to a pace he can walk at, reaching over to grab his water bottle and taking the towel slung around his neck to wipe his forehead off.
As he’s drinking, Hao begins to turn off his treadmill and puts his phone in his pocket. Hanbin starts internally panicking. He just spent the last half hour focused on trying to keep up with the pace Hao set and, in the process, not saying a word to him once. He doesn’t know what he has to do, but this can’t be the last time he sees his beautiful man.
Luckily, Hao seems to read his mind at the moment, albeit causing a bit of confusion for Hanbin.
“I’m going to go to the locker room, Hanbin-ah. Maybe I’ll see you in there?” Hao smiles sweetly. He’s standing off the treadmill now, on the floor, so Hanbin has to look down slightly to meet his eyes.
“Oh! Sure, yeah,” Hanbin replies, not fully processing what Hao said. Hao begins to walk away, and Hanbin thinks harder about what Hao said to him.
Wait. Meet him in the locker room? Maybe he wants to exchange numbers there? Or show Hanbin something? Hanbin isn’t sure, but he belatedly decides to follow him.
The sight that meets him there stops Hanbin in his tracks. Hao’s shirt is off, his lithe back visible as he’s facing the row of lockers. Before Hanbin’s brain catches up with his eyes, Hao turns his head around and meets his gaze.
“Oh, you came,” Hao says teasingly, as if he didn’t imply to Hanbin just minutes ago that he wanted him to follow him. He is barely able to hide his smile, body still turned slightly towards the lockers. His balled up shirt in his hands is hiding most of his chest. “Come here, Hanbin.”
Hanbin can’t do anything else but follow Hao’s commands, walking towards him with his lips slightly parted. He’s still not entirely sure what Hao wants with him, but he’s too stunned to give it any thought. Hao looks pleased as he walks towards him, so he continues until he’s standing about a foot away from him. The only thing remaining between them is Hao’s shirt in his hands, as he has turned fully towards him at this point.
Hao suddenly sinks down to his knees in front of him, dropping his shirt next to him onto the floor. Hanbin’s brain begins short circuiting. Was Hao actually propositioning him?
“Sorry, I’m just untying my shoes,” Hao says in a sing-songy tone, staring up at Hanbin. Hanbin instantly feels disappointed and it must show on his face, because Hao breaks out into his biggest grin yet. His cheeks are cute and plump like little apples, and his eyes crinkle as he smiles. Hanbin is overwhelmed with thoughts of kissing him until he squeals and painting his face with cum all at once.
This must be what love at first sight is: Hao happy to be on his knees in front of Hanbin, albeit for what seems to be a different reason than what Hanbin was looking forward to.
There’s still space between them, and Hanbin finds himself inching forward slightly without meaning to. Hao, currently on one knee, shifts so he’s on both. He’s sitting with his hands clasped in his lap, wide eyes still staring at Hanbin. It’s like he’s a polite puppy with Hanbin as his owner, waiting for a command.
Hanbin still doesn’t know if he’s reading the situation correctly, but based on the way Hao is looking up at him, he’s beginning to get confident. He’s never hooked up with anyone at the gym, or anywhere even semi-public. In reality, he hasn’t really hooked up much with anyone at all. He’s likely not as familiar with how these things go as Hao probably is. Hanbin thinks Hao is way too pretty to be inexperienced.
While staring down at Hao, Hanbin’s head floods with all of the possibilities of what could happen if things go the way he wants them to. He could pull Hao back up off the ground and kiss him gently, grinding slowly against one another while they hold onto each other for dear life. Or, if he’s lucky, he could keep Hao where he is now, grabbing his head and moving him up and down on his cock, making him gag and choke. He’s stuck between whether he wants it slow and sweet, or hard, fast and messy. Whether he wants Hao’s spit in his mouth or dripping off his cock.
It’s like all of the blood in his body has suddenly rushed elsewhere, his cheeks and ears burning and his cock getting hard so quickly that it's starting to feel like it has a heartbeat of its own.
But he quickly realizes that as much as he wants him and Hao to get each other off right now, he can’t do anything because he just ran for 30 minutes straight. His skin still feels damp, the sweat acting like an adhesive between his briefs and his skin.
Hao suddenly cuts into Hanbin’s spiraling, moving one of his hands to paw at Hanbin’s upper thigh. The contact makes Hanbin freeze, immediately grounding him back into the moment.
“Is this okay?” Hao asks. He’s smiling the same way he did when Hanbin first approached him at the treadmills, as if he can tell Hanbin is nervous. Like Hao is his rescuer and Hanbin is just a feral, scared cat that he has to approach carefully.
“Yeah,” Hanbin replies shakily, breath hitching as Hao’s hand moves closer to cupping him over his sweats. Hao’s hand eventually grabs him and Hanbin lets out a moan way too loud for how light the touch was.
He suddenly gets snapped back into reality, his unfortunate situation moving front of mind as Hao continues touching him. He wants to make a good impression in front of his new (gym twink? potential boyfriend? husband-to-be? love of his life?) friend, and starts letting everything out.
“Wait, sorry,” Hanbin begins, “I would really love to do this and all, you’re really pretty, like really, so pretty, one of a kind and everything, but I’m, uh, how do I say this…really sweaty right now, like I probably don’t smell that great and I really need to shower, like you just saw me run for half an hour so I’m sure you know, and I also don’t want to make you do anything you don’t want to do, so…”
He trails off all of a sudden as Hao lets go of him, closes his eyes, and plants his face directly into Hanbin’s crotch. He inhales so deeply that Hanbin genuinely would not be surprised if Hao were to pass out from lack of air. Hanbin stands still, horrified but amazed. It’s like he’s drunk on Hanbin’s scent. Hao shudders as he exhales, both hands coming up to grab onto Hanbin’s waistband. He looks up at Hanbin, eyes dark as he barely manages to whine out, “you smell so good.”
Hanbin’s eyes widen and his jaw drops. He’s confused and nervous but also the hardest he’s ever been in his entire life.
Before he can think about it further, Hao pouts and starts tugging at his waistband. Hanbin instinctively nods, and Hao pulls his pants and briefs down at the same time. Hanbin’s cock springs out, hitting Hao on his cheek and smearing precum on his face in the process.
As Hanbin moves to apologize, Hao gasps. He puts both hands around Hanbin, looking up at him with the same pout on his face, bottom lip slightly jutting out.
“Um,” Hanbin gulps, “do I not just smell like sweat to you?”
Hao shakes his head no and then pauses for a moment. It’s almost cute, the way he sits and tries to process the question with both hands wrapped around Hanbin’s cock. Almost like he can barely hold himself back from wanting to suck Hanbin off. But maybe Hanbin’s just projecting.
“Hmm. You do but it’s a good smell. Like… masculine?”
Hanbin is at a loss. But if Hao says he smells good, then he smells good. What Hao says, goes.
Hao spits into his hand and begins jerking Hanbin off. Hanbin forgets about all his worries at the moment, and decides to go along with whatever Hao wants.
Looking up into his eyes, Hao takes the head of his cock into his mouth, swirling his tongue around and pulling away with a pop before licking up and down Hanbin’s shaft. Hanbin lets out a groan, already feeling close to cumming. With someone as pretty as Hao sucking him off, it won’t take much more for him.
Keeping one hand steady on Hanbin, Hao pushes his cock up to lay flat against his stomach and moves down to mouth at his balls, sucking and licking at them for a bit before moving back up to take his cock into his mouth again. Hanbin hesitantly reaches his hand out to place his hand in Hao’s hair, and Hao nearly slaps his hand onto Hanbin’s to keep it there.
“So sweaty,” Hao moans, pulling away for air. Hanbin gets stuck for a moment on how cute he thinks Hao’s slight lisp is, before Hao follows up with a determined “fuck my face.”
Hao must be a mind reader. He must be the smartest person in the world. And Hanbin has let go of all his inhibitions at this point, so he does what Hao pushes him to do.
He grabs Hao’s hair with one hand on either side of his head and positions himself, beginning to slowly thrust into his mouth. His cock slides in and out, covered in Hao’s spit that bubbles up as he moves back and forth.
One of Hao’s hands is still on his thigh, steadying himself, and Hanbin sees the other disappear into his pants. Hao is staring up at him with teary eyes, touching himself while he lets Hanbin use his throat. The sight has Hanbin hurtling towards his orgasm, heat building up in his stomach.
“You’re so pretty,” Hanbin groans, “so fucking pretty. I’ve wanted you so badly ever since I first saw you.”
Hao moans in response, lips stretched pretty around Hanbin’s thick cock. He’s straight out of Hanbin’s wet dreams, spit starting to collect on his chin and dripping onto the floor, face turning pink with exertion.
Before he can do anything further, Hao slaps Hanbin’s thigh with his hand. Hanbin pulls back immediately.
“Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?” Hanbin asks, still catching his breath. His hands move to soothe Hao as he loosens his grip on his hair, running his fingers through the strands.
Hao takes a deep, gasping breath and pulls his pants and underwear down in one fell swoop. His cock bounces up against his stomach with the force of it, pretty, pink, and hard. He looks down for a moment at himself, then looks back up at Hanbin with the sweetest eyes, tears about to spill over.
“Hmm,” Hao whines, clearing his throat. “Fuck my face harder, faster. I can take it.”
Hanbin is all but at the mercy of Hao’s whims at this point, following his directions and doing exactly what he wants. He grabs back onto Hao’s hair, gripping tightly as he starts thrusting again with a renewed pace.
Hao immediately starts making cute tiny, cut-off whimpering sounds as Hanbin reaches deeper in his throat. He’s pumping himself furiously below Hanbin, arching his back like he’s trying to get away from his own hand but giving in because it feels too good. He’s gagging on certain thrusts and the wet noises make Hanbin feel crazy.
He feels himself losing control in Hao’s soft, wet mouth, thrusting like he’s fucking him for real. He wants to fuck Hao, treat him right and give him everything. He wants to reduce him to tears on Hanbin’s cock. He wants to make Hao lose control the way he currently is. He stares into Hao’s glistening eyes, who has not broken eye contact with him, and that’s all he needs.
“I’m going to cum,” Hanbin barely manages to get out. He moves to pull out of Hao’s mouth but Hao stops him. Hao extends both of his arms, wrapping them around Hanbin’s legs and fights against his gag reflex to get Hanbin all the way down his throat, locking him in so Hanbin can’t pull away.
Hanbin’s orgasm hits him like a freight train, his cock nestled in Hao’s velvety soft throat and hands in his hair as he nearly doubles over, trying his best to maintain eye contact with Hao’s pretty, teary eyes but struggling to keep his eyes open.
Hanbin hears Hao taking labored breaths around his cock and realizes he’s still deep in his throat. He pulls out slowly, trying to make sure he doesn’t add to what damage he thinks he may have possibly done.
Hao pants below him as he pulls out, opening his mouth and showing Hanbin his tongue. It’s pretty, pink, and best of all there’s nothing on it, meaning Hao must have swallowed down his spend. Hanbin thinks he must have died and gone to heaven.
“Fuck,” Hanbin pants, gasping for air, “come here.”
He helps pull Hao up and immediately draws him into a messy, open-mouthed kiss. Calling it a kiss would be glorifying it though, since there’s no finesse to what they’re doing; they’re desperately panting into each others’ mouths, Hanbin still recovering from the best orgasm of his life and Hao still getting there. He tastes himself in Hao’s mouth, sweat and all, but it admittedly makes him feel prideful.
Hanbin moves one of his hands back to his own cock, getting it wet with Hao’s spit and quickly replaces Hao’s hand with his own, making Hao whimper into his mouth.
As Hanbin strokes him fast, Hao breaks away from the kiss. He ducks his head down, sticks his nose directly into Hanbin’s armpit, and groans. Almost instantly, Hao spills over Hanbin’s fist, letting out stuttered, breathy whines as he rides out his orgasm.
Hanbin instinctively guides his head back up softly, staring into Hao’s eyes, strokes Hao’s hair with his clean hand and moves to kiss him deeply. They get caught up with each other like that for a bit, just kissing for kissing’s sake.
They eventually pull away from each other. Hao rubs a finger over his swollen, spit slick lips and gives Hanbin a shy smile.
Before Hao can say anything, Hanbin blurts out “can I get your Kakao Talk?” He inwardly begins chastising himself for that being the first thing he says to the most beautiful man he’s ever seen after the best sexual experience of his life.
“No.”
Hanbin feels heat rushing to his cheeks. Of course Hao would reject him. This probably meant nothing to him. He could–
“Give me your WeChat instead.”
Hanbin clamors for his phone, relieved but confused. Does Hao not have Kakao? But he goes along with it, downloading the app and letting Hao set it up for him.
He takes his phone back when Hao tells him to put in his information, setting his display name as ‘jang jang’ before handing the phone back to Hao so he can add him. If Hao notices his display name, he doesn’t say anything but he is still smiling.
After Hao hands Hanbin’s phone back to him, they both put their clothes on. Hanbin goes to pick up his things and Hao taps him on the shoulder.
“I’ll be going now but text me, okay?” Hao says.
“Of course,” Hanbin replies.
Hao smiles at him big, showing his teeth, and teeters out of the locker room. Hanbin watches him go like a lovesick puppy.
—
When Hanbin returns home, he opens his phone to his new WeChat app. Hao is saved as his only contact there so he has no trouble finding him. He opens the chat and starts typing and deleting messages repeatedly.
He wants to make a good impression on Hao, to make Hao think he’s someone worth talking to. He feels giddy and nervous as if he hadn’t just been fucking Hao’s face hours before.
What would Hao want to see? If he grabbed Hao’s attention in the gym, shouldn’t a picture of himself there suffice?
Or maybe in his workplace, so Hao can see multiple sides of him?
Hanbin decides this is the best course of action. Hao doesn’t know anything about him so if he sends a picture of himself in the practice room, it will be easy for him to spark conversation.
Hanbin goes through his camera roll and finds a picture of himself at work from the week before. He’s wearing a black tank top, black sweats and a black baseball cap.
And best of all, he’s visibly sweaty in the picture. Just as Hao seems to like him.
He selects the image and types out:
jang jang: hi! this is Sung Hanbin ._.
Finally working up the courage, Hanbin pushes the send button and puts his phone down. He leaves the room to go rinse off in the shower.
While showering, his phone buzzes in the other room, on his desk where he left it with a picture in return and a message to match.