This story has some smut in it, so if you don't like to read things like that please skip this story for all others I hope you have fun reading.
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Okay Y/N just breath in and out don't let these words get to you, you know these situations and these people, you can handle them. Just pretend you didn't hear it. Smile and don't show them how you feel inside, you can do it. Why does it always have to be like that, I just want to come to the gym and do my exercises in peace. I don't bother anyone and I don't want them to bother me, not making friends not making enemies, just work out and go home again.
My name is Y/N, I'm 22 years old and I am actually very pretty, even without make up, and through my job, I'm a make-up artist, I can make my naturally pretty face look even more beautiful. The only real problem for me is my body. I'm not particularly tall and unfortunately very chubby. I do a lot of exercise and eat healthy but no matter what I try I just can't get slim. And that's exactly why someone is always making fun of me, especially the other girls in the gym. Either they whisper behind my back or they openly insult me.
I leave the locker room put my earpods in turn the music on to block out the comments around me and start my workout. After about almost an hour I recognize a guy who is doing his dumbbell training in front of the mirror, I never saw him here before. He is not that tall but his body is so defined and buff and his arms, they look so, ahhhh, I would like to feel them around me. Woah, what am I thinking, I don't even know this guy, so I scold my self to stop with such thoughts. While doing his exercises he looks up in the mirror and catches me staring at him, sending me a smile and winks at me. Fuck, how embarassing. I actually planned to train for at least two hours today but after the "staring incident" I decide to call it a day and go to the locker room to take a shower, change and go home.
„Hey Y/N you are home early, is everything alright?" I am greeted by my roommate and best friend Felix who ist sitting on the couch in our shared living room. I plopp down next to him and let out a deep sigh. „Hard day, beautiful?" he asks in a soft tone wrapping his arm around my shoulders „Oh Felix, why do I always have to embarrass myself?" „What happend sweetie, I'm sure it wasn't as bad as you think, just tell me" I rave to him about the guy I saw in the gym and tell him what happened and why I left so early. „Hm, but when he smiled and winked at you, maybe he likes you?" „Ehm, but you already listened to me when I described him to you, right? So why would someone like him like a girl like me. He was probably just making fun of me." „Why do you keep saying that, you are beautiful and you know that." „Yeah and I am fat too" He just rolls his eyes at me shaking his head letting out a sharp sigh. „What about you go to your room, change in something fancy and come with me. I go out meeting some friends at a club tonight" „Oh yeah that's exactly what I need today, to be among you and your slim model-friends" I answer him with a sarcastic smile „Come on Y/N, you are more beautiful than the most of the model girls I know and you are not fat, you are curvy and that is a big difference" I don't know why but after a few minutes arguing he convinced me to come with him and after all I really had a nice time with him and his friends. One of his friends, he is also a model just like Felix, his name is Hyunjin, even asked me if I wanted to dance with him and then invited me for a drink. I think he did that to do Felix a favor because I'm his best friend, but it still did my self-confidence good.
It's the same as always when I am in the locker room at the gym to change into my clothes to get ready for my workout. The looks, the whispers, the giggles, the disgusted looks, but I am used to that, so I just get changed, put in the earbuds and get outside to start my routine. After a while I look up and there he is, my heart speeds up a little bit. It's about five weeks now since I saw him the first time and I managed to not stare at him again, at least not so he caught me doing it. But every time he appears my heart skips a beat and I get nervous. He now has a whole fan base, all the girls who always make fun of me run after him and throw themselves at him, that's real disgusting in my eyes. I, on the other hand, try desperately to avoid him. Since I'm now quite familiar with his training routine, I'm always able to do this because I've adjusted my routine to don't run into him. I finish my turn on the treadmill and walk over to the leg press to continue with my excersice. As I walk up to the device I can see that there is a weight on it which is way too heavy for me to handle and I'm not able to take it off by myself. „Great, exactly what I need right now" I mumble to myself and let out a sigh, I look around me to find someone who could help. There are two boys a few meters next to me who are talking, so I go up to them and ask with a polite smile, "Sorry guys, could you help me take the weights off the machine?" Both turn to me, look me up and down with a disparaging look on their faces as one of them tell me „Do we look as if we were working here" And with that they both turn around again and continue their conversation and I can just hear the gleeful giggles of the girls in the background who of course heard everything. I rush towards the locker room to get my things because I notice tears forming in my eyes and I definitely don't want to start crying here in front of everyone. I just want to get out of here and decide not to shower or change my clothes. Of course I run straight into HIM and when I look up briefly I see him looking at me worriedly with narrowed eyes. I quickly lower my gaze again, frantically pack my things and leave the gym as quickly as possible.
