Win doesn’t get more than a quick glance at the inside of Luke's house--mansion, whatever. He's quickly ushered through an luxurious, open plan living area. There was a sunken seating area with a fire place and wow, Win would really like to have one of those.
Win gets a fleeting look at that Joss guy face planting on what looked like a cloud of pillows in the seating area before he's gently but firmly guided into another open space. Only this one didn't look as inviting and comfortable as the other one. This space is bright, almost painfully white. The air in the room is crisp and cool. Clean, filtered air is being pumped through the many air vents that line the top of the walls.
There is no way for Win to tell how big the room actually is, mirrors also line the walls and Win sees a dozen versions of himself reflected back at him. Standing there next to Luke, Win's refection looks like a scared little boy. That can't be what he looks like? Can it?
Win looks around the room, anything to avoid looking at himself. The room is filled with equipment that he vaguely remembers from the last time he visited a gym, but this stuff looked high end, top of the line, complicated. Scary. Win gulps but tries to disguise it with a nervous laugh, the resulting sound is nothing short of awkward.
"OK." Luke smiled, but the smile seems hesitant, half forced. "Your manager said you want to tone up?"
Win stifles the urge to say 'not really'. He can be petulant at times but he's not unprofessional.
Crushing on his new personal trainer would be unprofessional, so he should stop right now.
Dammit.
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"So, how was it?" His manager asks when he picks Win up two hours later. His manager is in the middle of eating something baked and flaky, there is a crumb of pastry just under his eye. Win doesn't even know how it could have gotten there but he doesn't tell his manager about it.
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My Trainer (Completed)
FanfictionWin Metawin is Thailand's young raising star. Luke Plowden is a personal trainer. Something that looks a lot like love happens. Fluff Nd Fuzz.