Kpop Oneshot: 2

Sweat and Serendipity | Dawon WJSN

Y/N POV

My life has been a catastrophe for the past year. Within the past year, I've lost my three-year girlfriend, been fired from my job, been kicked out of the local community college for failing to pay my tuition, and now, in a bold attempt to regain control of my seemingly dramatic life, I've migrated roughly a thousand miles away from my family in (Y/C/N) and settled in Seoul, South Korea. It might be an overly dramatic, if not reckless, move on my part, but in my defence, I felt travelling to another country where I knew no one was the best way to start over. But I wander. I chose to do this, and I'm much too rigid to say to the toy individuals that it was a mistake and that I sorely wanted to crawl back to the safe haven that was their house.

I used the $3000 I had on hand to get a room in a motel to stay in until I could find a job that would pay for rent, food, facilities, and all those wonderful things. I was able to arrange a job interview with an advertising company after approximately a week of continuous Internet searches. It was a low-paying job as an office assistant, but it would put food on the table, so I thought, What the hell? Besides, if I stay long enough, it could turn out to be a terrific chance for me. The interview was scheduled for this Friday, allowing me three days to polish my résumé and select appropriate office job clothes.

Finding the ones that suit me has always been unpleasant. I wasn't particularly tall-about 5'10 on a good day-but I was unbelievably muscular. There aren't many off-the-rack shirts that fit over my huge chest and arms without appearing like a dress. I spent the following several days doing tours of my new neighbourhood, one of which resulted in spending money on a gym membership. I had been looking for a nearby gym and decided to go check it out.

It was a pretty nice-looking building with very modern styling. It wasn't huge, but it wasn't little either. After a few minutes of chatting with the adorable receptionist, I discovered they offer trial memberships. She didn't need to say much more after that. I dashed back to my motel room, grabbed the first pair of shorts I saw, and dashed back to the weights. I was thirty minutes into my workout when I noticed a beautiful young lady two benches across in her own little zone.

She was approximately 5'6 tall, with a perfect pair of perky breasts that I could've seen from her sports bra, but those legs and ass were all hers. And the squeeze leggings she was wearing emphasised them beautifully. However, I may have gazed a little too long. She noticed me watching as I tried desperately to play it off. As she moved on to her next set, she offered a cheeky grin. I stayed for another hour or two, always keeping her in sight. She had no idea, but she was inspiring me to work out harder than I had in a long time. I hadn't touched a woman since my ex and I split up, so my hormones were out of control, to put it mildly. After I'm done with my workout, I walk straight to the changing room, where I can take a shower. I dried off, dressed, and began walking back to my motel room. A soft voice sounded from behind me as soon as I stepped outdoors.

"Hello. Are you new here?" She questioned me with a tilt of her head.

I turned around to witness a lovely sight. Her face is much more stunning in person. Her lovely white skin glistened, and it took me a while to collect myself.

"Something like that." I respond simply.

"Hello, my name is Nam Dawon. You can call me Dawon, and yours is..." She went on.

"Kim Y/N. Just call me Y/N..." I responded timidly. I'm not sure why she made me nervous.