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You decided to take up Muay Thai, or Thai Kickboxing, because you were getting lazy with your Pilates and for some reason thought it’d be better to turn up the heat.
As a college student, you were never the daily gym goer—nothing about working out appealed to you but you always “tried” to keep up in one form of another, whether that be drinking Sprite instead of Pepsi.
Poor attempts, really.
So it’s your first time at the gym (whose membership your college conveniently discounted) in a long ass time!
Oh, good Lord.
The gym reeked of high ambition and cocky-male attitudes. People were pumping iron at every corner, and you were sure they knew you were new cause you’ve never shown your face in here once.
Shittt, the sparring ring is in the middle of the room???! For all these people to see me??? To judge me? 💀💀💀💀💀💀
You kept your eyes on the floor in hopes to not trigger a weightlifting beast to just chuck a dumbbell at you, but you also didn’t want to be creepy cause guys getting shredded was attractive.
Though, you did meet eyes with a blonde man, who was working on his biceps.
He’s cute, goddamn.
But you knew better than to bother people and ask for their numbers, cause they’re in their zone and only came here to work on themselves.
This methodology did not apply to you cause the only thing that kept you here was that you paid for the classes LMAO.
20 minutes went by, your lesson should have started 20 minutes ago.
Seriously?? Then what if I just went to the next door Chipotle—
“You waiting for an instructor or something?”
A grizzly voice spoke, leading your eyes to the blonde man you made eye contact with before and who was now in front of you!!!
“Oh, yes I am! Or...was? He’s my Muay Thai instructor and he’s about 20 minutes late...” You frowned, trying to suppress the smile you make whenever you find someone HOT ASF.
He was fairly taller and older than you, with a bigger build, not like one of a body builder but one that showed a consistent effort.
Basically, he looked like he knew a thing or two about martial arts.
The man in front of you gave a deep chuckle, and picked up spare mitts from a bench.
“I can be your instructor, at least until he gets here. I don’t know much about Muay Thai but I do know some kickboxing.” He gave a small smile.
FUCK YES!!!!! BE MY TEACHER!!!!! DICK ME DOWN!!!!!
“Oh my God, that’s so nice of you!! Thank you so much!” You cheerfully smiled, and quickly began to wrap your knuckles with hand wraps.
Damn, that is actually too nice! I’m feeling guilty.
“Y ou really don’t have to though!! I don’t want to burden you or something,” you glanced down at your phone as it lit up with a text message:
Instructor Jinjett: not coming today lol srry
...
WHAT THE FUCKCJSJSKLF
“Are you sure? I don’t mind helping out a new memb-“
“ACTUALLY!!” You practically screamed. “I would love your help! Seems like I might learn more ☺️☺️ ”
He hesitated a bit before bringing back his small smile, “Sure, lets get you some gloves on.”
You got strapped up, got on all the necessary equipment to beat your new friend into the ground.
Oh!!
“I’m Y/N, by the way!” You laughed. “Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself.”
The mystery man’s face seemed to slightly redden.
“Oh, yeah, sorry. I’m Leon.”
“Nice to meet you!” You said, putting up a proper stance while he lowered into position with his punching mitts.
“So, I’m going to assume you’re a rookie, cause most people don’t pivot their back foot like that.”
You should have just ditched the gym and went to Chipotle.
“You guessed it!!” You willed every neuron in your brain to not cover your burning face in shame and embarrassment.
I’ll take the death penalty. Someone please, give me the death penalty.
“It’s okay, I rather you be a little inexperienced than having to help out a pro.” He reassured.
You had no idea how you were going to focus, his long blonde bangs shaped his chiseled features so nicely, his blue eyes pulled you in.
But ya’ll went at it, him teaching you how to turn your body when you throw a punch, to how to position your arms when you throw a roundhouse kick.
“Just like that!”
“Be more aggressive, you’re not going to hurt me.”
“That was a good one.”
“More force!”
You listened to all his commands and critiques, your attention not on his attractive face anymore but on giving a better attack each time.
You guys did this for like, 40 minutes, which you realized and immediately told him (although, as you did pay for a 1 hour class, you’d say it made up for it).
“Oh, Leon! It’s already been almost an hour! I’m so sorry to have kept you this long—and I didn’t realize my teacher texted his cancellation a while ago!” You lied straight through your teeth, though you were sorry.
“It’s no worries,” Leon handed you a hand towel, and began to take off his gloves. “I knew he cancelled on you.”
...
👁👄👁
... What?
He smirked at your silence, and looked you up and down.
“I saw his message, and have fairly good eyesight. You should be more careful next time you lie, Y/N.”
HOW EMBARRASSING FJDKSKKFL WHATS WRONG WITH YOU Y/N?!!!? DDJKSKDDK
“You guessed it again! I suppose there’s no getting around the great Leon!” You grinned and rubbed the back of your neck.
“But, wait!” Your face grew serious but confused. “Why’d you help me out if you knew? I know you said it was because I was new but, it’s too much to do for a stranger!”
His back was faced towards you as he wiped his face with his towel, and he slowly turned to meet your eyes.
“I thought you were cute.” He stated bluntly, eyes opening wider in amusement.
JDKDKSKKDLF BITCHHHH
You literally had no words for him, he just confessed his attraction to you with no hesitation, like he didn’t think anything of it’s significance.
Thank God I didn’t go to Chipotle.
Grab this chance by the horns! The time is now, the future is the present!
“Did you really?” You tried to play it off. “I thought the same thing Leon, you’re in luck.”
He gave a cheeky smirk and shook his head, pulling out a phone out of his bag.
“I can help you again, only if you want. But, I’m sure you do.” He winked.
You tried to not to scream with laughter and push him down a flight of stairs to escape the romantic tension.
“Yeah, yeah.” You snatched his phone out of his hand, looking up at him with a grin.
“Don’t be a bad teacher and bail on me.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it.”