The Local Gym, Seoul, Post Idol awards showdown

Where Abby spends all of his time when he’s not practicing with the Saja boys.

Why this Gym specifically? This gym often doesn’t smell amazing, machinery is often broken and dismantled, the people are rough. Why this one? It was just some gym he found when the boys game to the over-world, he can easily get in a better gym.

But he doesn’t, because he’s found himself a Gym crush. He remembers it like it was yesterday; you walked in, hair tied back, headphones on, tattoos on full display. It was probably around 8 pm, you must’ve just gotten off work. He saw you with the weights, and he was impressed, you lifted heavier than he did without breaking much of a sweat, like it was easy. He fell in love.

He came to the gym at 8 pm every day now, pink hair freshly washed and styled, clean clothes without so much as a stain, always upping the weights when he’s lifting and you’re there, hoping you’d notice. But you’d never really said anything, or even looked in his direction. So now, he was on his phone, taking a little breather between sets.

He was calling Romance, hoping he’d be able to help in this situation

— “what do you mean you have no idea? Your name is literally romance. You have to know something.” he rolled his eyes at Romance’s lacklustre attempts at helping him

— “Excuse me?” he heard a voice, looking up to see you

— “oh-! Uh-“ he hangs up on romance “Hey, what’s up?” he asked as nonchalantly as he possibly could with those red cheeks

His heart was thudding, what could they want? Had they finally noticed him? Was he in their way? Either way, they’d spoken to him. It was a start, they approached him, so it wouldn’t be creepy if he started talking with them. Right?