TXT Oneshots || Mature

Beomjun || My Personal Trainer

Top: Yeonjun

Bottom: Beomgyu

In which Yeonjun is Beomgyu's personal trainer.

It has been three months since Beomgyu had gotten his personal trainer. His extremely hot personal trainer who had the body of an ancient Greek god. Like seriously, Beomgyu could literally cook his breakfast on his chest, because he was that hot.

But there was just one flaw in that sexy body of his. He was way too punctual and strict that if Beomgyu was even a minute late, he had to face the consequences by doing 20 laps, which was a pain in the ass to be honest, metaphorically and literally.

But it felt like Yeonjun liked giving him punishments. Like he purposely reached the gym ten minutes earlier, just so that Beomgyu always gets late. And Beomgyu's suspicions were proved right yesterday, when after Yeonjun had ordered him to run the laps for being late, he secretly glanced at the trainer when the latter thought he wasn't looking, and saw a smirk bracing his features. That little bastard, Beomgyu thought.

Fine, two can play this game.

He looked at himself in the mirror, checking his clothes the last time. He picked up the most translucent white shirt that he had, to flaunt his chest a little, and the skinniest and tightest pair of track pants he owned. After he deemed himself fit enough to go to the gym- where an oh so obvious Yeonjun must be waiting for him- he smirked and went out. He purposely arrived a good ten minutes late, knowing his trainer must be fuming right now.

"You're late." Yeonjun deadpanned.

Beomgyu pouted. "Aww, am I?"

"Yes. Ten laps. Now."

Beomgyu feigned sadness and went out to start doing his punishment. Before he started to run, he didn't forget to slide his pants down ever so slightly, flaunting his hips and waistline. He lifted his shirt up a little bit, to reveal a teasing amount of skin, not too less but not too much too. He started jogging at an average pace, secretly glancing at Yeonjun from time to time, smirking when he found the other looking at him. Or more like looking at his hips.

He pushed his hair back and lifted his chin a little to reveal his sweat glistening neck to his hot trainer. Everything was going well, his plan was working and - BAM!! Pain shot through his ankle as he realised he had fallen to the ground.

Yeonjun ran up to him and tsked as he examined his ankle. "Congratulations. You sprained your ankle." he shook his head as he lifted Beomgyu up bridal style to his gym.

"It's all your fault." Beomgyu pouted as Yeonjun carefully put him on the matted gym floor.

"How is this my fault?"

"You kept distracting me with your stares." Beomgyu mumbled. "That's why I fell."

"Oh yeah? Don't think I'm a fool. I saw what you were doing back there."

Beomgyu smirked, knowing there's no escaping now. "Did you like what you saw?" as he slowly climbed on Yeonjun's lap. His ankle pained a little, but it was bearable so he ignored it. Yeonjun instinctively rested his hands on Beomgyu's hips, his grip tightening as soon as he felt Beomgyu's hard on against his pants. He breathily laughed.

"Someone's eager."

Beomgyu bit his lip and leaned forward to gently capture the lobe of Yeonjun's ear in between his teeth. "I've been a naughty boy. Punish me, please sir." he sensually whispered. The older shivered, but kept his composure strict. "Did you do all this just to get in my pants?"

Beomgyu laughed. "No...maybe. But don't blame me, I look at you sometimes and feel the way you practically undress me with your eyes. You can't blame me for falling for a hot guy like you."