KPOP GG ONESHOTS *18+ inc*

Gym bro's? Gym Hoes! GG SY x Male reader

Sooyoung stumbled into the brightly lit 24-hour gym at stupid o'clock in the morning, unable to stay still in her apartment . With SNSD's big summer/late-summer comeback announced, her schedule was absolutely shit lately between vocal training, choreography bootcamp hell, and a new diet that had her craving carbs 24/7.

Call her crazy, but a good workout sounded way more appealing than yet another hour tossing and turning in bed.

The location near their dorm was usually blissfully empty at ass o'clock in the morning too - perfect for looking like a disgusting post-workout mess without judgment. She swiped her membership card at the empty front desk, earbuds already queued up with a stupid EDM mix.

Rounding the corner towards the cardio equipment though, Sooyoung came to an abrupt halt.

Wait a damn minute...was that...a guy?

Working out alone in the free weights corner? Well crap, so much for having the place to herself, she thought.

Squinting across the room, she vaguely recognized him - one of their fan-sites maybe? He seemed just as startled to no longer be alone, nearly dropping the dumbbell in his hand with a awkward fumble.

"Oh shit! Sooyoung-ssi?" His eyes bugged wide, literally about to pop out, "Shit, sorry, I didn't think anyone else would be here this late..."

Sooyoung snorted, shifting her gym bag higher on one shoulder. "You and me both, dude." An awkward silence passed of them just standing there staring. *sigh* no use being a bitch about it, she decided. Gym's open 24/7 to members, even nosy fanboys.

Tossing him a casual chin jerk goodbye, she headed towards the treadmills.

"Well don't let me mess up your sesh or anything," she called over one shoulder, queueing up her go-to cardio playlist. Setting her phone on the ledge, Sooyoung hopped up on the belt and started jogging.

The familiar burn soon had her zoning out - eyes fixed on her reflection in the big wall of mirrors, volume cranked enough to drown out any other noise.

Including the sound of fumbling weights behind her...as the same flustered fanboy now seemed incapable of looking away from Sooyoung's sweaty reflection. His eyes tracked her bouncing boobs barely contained in the old Nike sports bra, and down to those leggings leaving nothing to imagination with each pounding step.

((a/n: so for the sake of my sanity we'll all pretend this is a treadmill and that the fila is a Nike, alright? Good.🫡))

Sooyoung noticed the attention after a few minutes, torn between rolling her eyes or biting back a smug grin. Fan service was part of the job after all - but she also knew damn well what she looked like working out in minimal fabrics. Didn't mean she enjoyed feeling ogled like a piece of meat, but the ego boost was kinda nice.

Nearly 45 minutes and 5 miles later however, tiredness sank in as Sooyoung began cooling down to a walk.

Her leg muscles felt more like limp udon noodles at this point, chest heaving to gulp oxygen. Risking a glance behind her, she noted the fan seemed to be wrapping up his own workout now too - re-racking an impressive set of heavy dumbbells across the open floor space.

Sooyoung slid her feet to a stop on the treadmill, skin sticky with sweat. She bent down to stretch her quads and muscles briefly, back to the weight area.

When she straightened up from touching her toes, the guy was much closer than expected - openly staring with those wide dark eyes.

"Feeling pretty bold over here aren't we?" Sooyoung arched an eyebrow, unflustered. His mouth snapped shut audibly, face and neck flushing darker.