the gym was supposed to be your quiet escape, a place to focus and get stronger. but then there was him—changbin. always focused, always lifting like it was effortless, always looking way too good while doing it. but you never talked to him, not even once.

until today, you were struggling with a machine, trying (and failing) to adjust the weight when a firm hand suddenly reached over, easily fixing it for you.

"you were about to break this thing," changbin said, amusement clear in his voice as he stepped back, arms crossed. "or worse, yourself." your face heated up as you muttered a quick thanks, but he wasn’t done.

"i’ve seen you here a lot," he admitted, tilting his head. "you work hard, but your form could use some help. how about this—i train you, and in exchange..." he smirked. "you grab coffee with me after."