☆ : gym

@: chong tingyan Donghun let out an amused little snort, shaking his head a little. "Half my job is ruining innocent petnames. Kitten, baby girl, sweetheart--literally nearly any petname you can list, someone's called me it while beating their meat." The pained whine he let out when Tingyan pressed down on his legs (many, many octaves higher than his speaking voice,) is one he would forever deny happening. There was no way his flexibility was that terrible, nope, no way. Not to mention that was a Terribly Embarrassing Sound outside of the bedroom. He let out a sigh of relief whe he relaxed out of the pose, giving himself a moment to just breathe, and accept that yes, he was about as flexible as uncooked spaghetti. The pigeon pose was almost wlrse, but he kept his sounds under control this time. He almost missed Tingyan's words during his sulking over the loss of flexibility, but when he caught them he gave a sort of half-grin. "Not as often as I used to. My buddies are literally all cammers, and the opportunity to make money isn't one we ever wanna miss. Or sugar babies. You would not believe what old men would pay to see two 20-something year olds go at it. But back in college I was kinda against the whole idea of ing for money. Camming was fine, but mild ion was apparently a problem. Internalized shaming, and such. Over that now, thank goodness. I'm sorta rambling, but nah, with that's just for fun and not money, it feels a lot less like I have to put on a show." He gave a long sigh, the pose slowly hurting his sad tense muscles a little less. He hummed inquiringly, eyes nearly fully closed. Her question had him raising an eyebrow, a teasing little smirk on his face. "Why? Tryna get yourself a sugar daddy?" He chuckled, not realizing just how close to the truth he was. "Anyway. How old are we talking? From my experience, guys between like 25 and 45 absolutely love obedience. People being super submissive. Probably underlying fragile masculinity, if you ask me. Same goes for guys over 60, but they also seem to like you the younger you look, so long as you don't look prepubescent. Creepy, if you ask me. 45 through like 55-ish, they love brats. People they can put in their place."

@: lee donghun With her lips tucked between her teeth, she bit on them to make sure her laugh was stifled, not wanting to embarrass the male as she wasn't laughing at his ability to perform the stretch - or inability - but rather at the lewd words and connotations leaving his lips while he was struggling to part his thighs in the position. "Awwwww, Puppy? Really? I love how you're just completely ruining the innocence of that term," she taunted while pressing a little more, testing the limits of the male's body before unfolding his limbs and letting him stretch his legs out to relax the muscles as he was clearly in a lot of pain. They definitely had their work cut out for them. Tingyan was currently going through her schedule in her head, trying to figure out if she could tell him to come back on anyday that she would be free to help him, ruling out each option when she realised she had other commitments. Commitments that actually paid her bills, not this minimum wage job. She was about to speak again, flushed lips parted to comment on something before the other's statement had her taken aback, her expression long as she blinked at the male in disbelief. "You'd have camera-less ? But, but that just seems like a waste, you can't capitalise on that! If I was you, I'd only have if I could make money off of it - it's only fair since you're showing off your on camera every night." She stated with a tiny huff, trying to move the male's legs into the pigeon pose to open his pelvis and hips. "Though, I'm not going to lie, you have the flexibility of a 65 year old woman sooooo-" Her voice trailed off a little as she made a hiss of disapproval at the out turn of the pigeon pose. "You need a lot of work. I'm also scheduled for the Thursday class so you can come to those as well - or...actually....there is something you can help me with." She argued with herself whether or not she should talk about her benefactors but her body fidgeted, curiosity taking over her as she eventually caved in. Just like how Donghun beat around the bush about his job, she didn't have to explicitly state hers, either. If anything, he could think she was an , once he thought she was a high class one. The girl had standards, after all. "From your experience, what do older men like?"

@: chong tingyan If Donghun really thought about it, maybe he would find it a little odd, being able to talk this comfortably about his favourite job with a stranger. But he wasn't thinking about it, so he just let it be. It didn't really feel like they were strangers, though, to him at least. Tingyan just had a very welcoming aura, he guessed, it made it feel like they were already friends. It was oddly nice, an interesting change of pace.
"Intimidating indeed," he had replied, keeping a straight face for maybe 3 seconds before having to stifle a laugh, the absurdity of the conversation sort of catching up to him. Really, Donghun never thought he'd be talking about dragon s in the middle of the day, but here he was. Life really did throw some interesting curveballs. Definitely not unwelcome, though. Donghun clutched his heart, a dramatic, over the top gasp echoing in the room. "How dare you insult me like that?" Despite his over the top reaction, that grin on his face never dropped. Playful banter was definitely a favourite. Her words made him snort, shaking his head. The pose didn't look too bad, a little bit uncomfortable, but not really painful. "Don't worry, no from this mouth. Not til tomorrow at 9, anyway." So that, that was a definite lie. As soon as he mirrored Tingyan, he let out a long groan, a quiet 'holy ' following. Maybe he underestimated just how not flexible he was. Just maybe. He did what he did whenever something uncomfortable was happening with his body--take deep breaths and hope for the best. After a while, it got a little more bearable, enough that he could respond. "Well, my username's huniebear94--don't judge me, it sounded better years ago,--but most people just call me Honey or Puppy." He gave a slow hum, his following chuckle amused, a little pained. "Oh, I definitely will be. It might not be beneficial for solo camming, but camming with someone else? Oof. Yes please. Not to mention just regular, camera-less . I used to be able to do it, back in college, back when I got way more action and people found it hot. Surprisingly enough, it seems to be girls that liked it more when I was flexible."

@: lee donghun She listened on with her brows slightly furrowed, genuinely interested in what the other had to say. Besides being very open and excepting of the more controversial jobs, she really couldn't judge Donghun. 80% of her income came from men that purely enjoyed treating her like a doll and she loved it. Judging by the way Donghun spoke, he must genuinely enjoy his job, too. If anything, they were the lucky ones, being able to like what they did for a living. They were winning at life.
"I see, I see, I have heard of these mystical dragon s. Rather intimidating." If anyone else heard her, they would think she was being sarcastic but she was just being honest. Camming was a world she never delved in but she was interested in learning about - especially the nine inch s. "Well, it seems like we need to work on those inner thighs - legs in general. You're a young guy, Donghun. You can't complain about your legs not parting enough. Even Mrs. Kim has better flexibility than you. Pitiful." With the corners of her lips curled in a teasing grin, she playfully jabbed at the male with her verbal taunt before sitting with the soles of her feet joint, lightly pressing on her thighs with her elbows while grabbing onto her ankles, stretching her legs and pelvis. "Do this - and no groaning and . It'll hurt a little but I don't want people to think this is one of your cam shows. Especially Mrs. Kim, you know she's probably peeping to see if you'll call her granddaughter. Which you shouldn't, as a word of advice." She rambled on while reaching over to help fix the male's legs in place. "So what's the name you go by online? And will you or will you not be learning how to put your legs behind your legs? Your answer to that last question determines my level of interest."

@: chong tingyan Donghun didn't know what to expect, after his "confession." Last time he'd told someone his profession, it had ended in some seriously dirty looks from people around him, and not the good kind. It was always such a mixed bag of reactions--sometimes he'd end up with a lecture on 'respecting himself,' sometimes he'd end up with a new coworker. Never really knew what he was gonna get. When he ended up with quiet murmurs that seemed mostly confused, he counted it as a win in his book. Nobody seemed to really judge him, and the people that would didn't seem to even know what that meant. All around a better reaction than he could ask for.
With class finishing quickly after that, Donghun was about to make his way to his bag and then leave, stopping in his tracks as soon as his name and 'help' came out of Tingyan's mouth. Sure, he could just say 'no way' and leave, but one, that was mean, and two, he had to censor himself a lot less in a one-on-one conversation with the woman. He sat back down, leaving the awkward mid-getting-up stance he was in, returning Tingyan's stare when she squatted in front of him. A half-startled laugh left his lips, head shaking quickly before he could even think about it. "Jesus, no, that's not why I'm here. Weird positions are for , not camming. People just wanna see some get railed by a ,not a gymnastics show." Donghun could only imagine what Tingyan was thinking when she trailed off to silence, a little amused smirk playing on his face. "Earth to Tingyan?"
Even though Donghun knew her questions were genuine, he couldn't help himself from laughing at them. Maybe it was the way she worded everything, blunt but curious, that had him amused. He pulled his feet up to cross them, resting his elbow on his knee, cheek in his palm. "I mean, I guess because of variety? Like, no one wants to stare at a all stream, y'know? You can like, I dunno, put a cockring on, tease yourself with a , but it's still a . Cages don't bring in that many people when it's solo play, so I stay away from those unless someone else is camming with me. With asses you can do a lot more--thongs, plugs, tails, that sorta thing. Plus people see it as more submissive to play with your , for some reason, and my demographic is mostly doms, so." It was pretty new to Donghun, to be so open about his career, seeing as most people he talked to wanted him to talk about it as little as possible, unless they cammed as well. It was refreshing, in a way. "Anyway, I'm not here to learn 'weird poses' or whatever, just to be more flexible. To be super honest, I have this like...monster . Like. ing huge. Eight or nine inches, super thick, the works. One of those fantasy ones, yknow? A dragon ." Out loud, his reason sounded even dumber. "I know I can take all of it, right? But to do it comfortably I gotta ride it. And I can't--Jesus , why am I telling a stranger all of this,--I can't get my legs far apart enough to get down all the way. Hurts like a . So here I am."

@: lee donghun Her brow quirked with the witty retaliation, not expecting the other to respond in such a cheeky manner. Tingyan couldn't even be mad, it was well played - especially since he managed to briefly diverge the attention of the ladies that were now insisting that Tingyan and Donghun exchange numbers and not Donghun and Mrs. Kim granddaughter, convinced the women just wanted something to happen that was beyond their mundane routines. Clenching her fist underneath her chin, she tried to collect herself and ignore the distractions to fish for the answer; that was before he admitted it. Out loud. And it was far more entertaining than she thought.
She couldn't hide her elated expression upon hearing his job, her face tinting pink with her excitement. This was far better than she anticipated. Her joy only increased with the quiet murmuring from the women since half of them didn't even know what a camboy was though she did catch Mrs. Kim sneaking the male her granddaughter's number during the commotion, somewhat surprised that the lady was unfazed by it all - either that or she was just confused.
"Ooooookay, and I think that wraps up this class. Thank you for joining us, everyone. Namaste, ladies - and gent." She gave another bow with her amused grin only widening when she catches your line of vision again, growing more intrigued as to what brought the male here exactly. Because if he wanted to learn how to do some freaky- posses, he was in the wrong class. "You can leave the mats, our dear Donghun will help clear up. See you all on Friday. Watch out for that hip, Mrs. Park!"
She stood and waved to all the women, waiting for them to clear the room before getting up and striding towards the other with her arms crossed before stooping in front of him so they were eye to eye. "As much as I enjoyed that little act, you're not going to learn any moves here. Like, what is it that you guys do? Put your legs behind your head? Actually...that doesn't sound half bad, people like weird things because it's just another way to have ." Her voice died down slightly as her thoughts started to stray, only snapping back into their conversation when she realised that she went quiet - which was rare for her. She never stopped talking. Like, ever. "Also, why do camboys like to show their asses so much? I get that it's for the other guys - and trust me, I like a good as much as the next person, but is that really your main asset? Please elaborate. And don't skim on the details." Her body drops to sit on the floor, genuinely interested in what Donghun had to say with her brows furrowed slightly as she paid attention.

@: chong tingyan Donghun could practically hear the tires of his mind screech to a halt. He was certain Tingyan had figured it out at that point, or at least something similar. With the way her eyes widened, there was no way she didn't. She probably thought he did , or something. Honestly, she wouldn't be far off. It wasn't like he was opposed to doing , either. It's not like he didn't already take photos. Even though it was a little scary,--you never could know how people would react to info like that--it was also pretty amusing, to see the realization so obviously on her face. He couldn't pass up the opportunity to be a little . Who would he be if he did? He managed to catch her gaze, a sleazy smile growing on his face.
Which dropped immediately. Damn Tingyan and all her questions. He couldn't say it wasn't a little fun, being as vague about his second job as possible, but he was never good at lying on the spot convincingly. Not to mention he was tired, and still relaxed from the class. A relaxed Donghun was a loose-lipped Donghun. "So you think I'm handsome?" Maybe he was trying to steer the conversation away from the topic, just maybe. It (very obviously) didn't work, leaving him floundering for a moment. "You seem to be a little more interested than them, Tingyan," he replied, smile on his face sweet, a little fake. Not in an annoyed sort of way, more in a playfully competitive sort of way. Maybe he found her pushing him to admit his job a little fun. After a point,though, he'd most definitely lost whatever playful possibly one-sided competition they were having. Donghun's brain, tired of coming up with clever ways to be vague, just said ' it.' "I'm a camboy." There it was.

@: lee donghun With the tilt of her head, she tried to piece together the loose hints that the male planted, her eyes widening upon realization. It was , right? It had to be. Where else would you utilize flexibility and acting? Unless this guy really was in a weird circus of some sort which, honestly, would be more concerning. Her gaze briefly met Donghun’s in the midst of the grannies now exclaiming how handsome he was and ‘of course he’s an actor’ with cooing and doting awes.
“What kind of acting?” She pried further, wanting to tip the male over the edge. She had nothing against Donghun, if anything she would like to get to know the male better. But for the sake of entertainment and probably shutting Mrs. Nam up regarding her constantly trying to find a guy to set her vile granddaughter with, she had to sink this ship. “Ah, ladies. Let’s not crowd the guy, as handsome as he may be.” Her voice came out forced as all the elders laughed giddily, giving her own polite chuckle before she motioned to the other, nodding her head in acknowledgment. “Tell us about what you act in, Donghun. You know these women, they’re not going to rest until they know every little detail about you.” Hunching over, he rested her chin in her palm while her arm was propped on her knee, her pink lips curved in the friendliest of grins. “Go on.”

@: chong tingyan Donghun's eyebrows shot up, eyes surprised but mouth already curling into a pleased, grinch-esque smile. If there was one thing Donghun loved, it was shade. Maybe he was a little bit of a snake. Maybe. Imagine his glee when on the first day of yoga, his instructor was coming for some old lady's granddaughter. Alas, he didn't get to here the full statement, Tingyan switching for something more positive last minute, but it still had him stifling a laugh into his palm. Somehow, the straight up lie of a statement went straight over the ladies' heads, which only had him even more amused.
Clearly, Donghun had played himself, thinking he could get away with being vague. His brain was absolutely racing, trying to come up with a not-quite-lie as an answer. Surprisingly enough, he was holding it together pretty well on the outside, giving the older ladies sweet smiles and polite answers. His eyes, though, showed nothing but sheer betrayal, when he looked at Tingyan. Sure, the older ladies may not have thought too much into his answer, but Tingyan--he could tell she had a few ideas. Probably none that were too far off, really. He couldn't stop himself from snorting at the whole 'we don't judge here' bit, because really, a bunch of old women were probably the judgiest group of people he could think of. "Uh...I...act. Yeah. I act." Act like a needy on camera, that is. They weren't going to get a straight answer out of him for anything.

@: lee donghun “She’s hor-,” She began speaking only to realise that she was speaking out loud and gained the attention of the few elderly women and put her palms together, giving a sweet smile and bowing her head briefly. “Horribly wonderful, Mrs. Kim. A horribly wonderful woman. Namaste.”
Once she dodged the bullet, she returned her attention to the male, his earlier statement having caught her attention. “Oh, for work? What do you do? Maybe we can cater for you depending on what you...need.” She had a knowing look, her guesses narrowing down already. Clearly, he had to be a stripper or something, that’s the only job that actually required flexibility...unless he worked in a circus or freak show - and Tingyan didn’t know which one would be more interesting, actually. She already noticed how the older women were already fawning over Donghun, the ‘have you been eating?’ and the ‘oh my so handsome’ comments flooding the room. “They’re not going to stop until you tell us, Donghun. It’s okay, we don’t judge here.” She added in the last part, her lips curling in the slightest of sly smiles. Now, she didn’t want to embarrass the guy as much as she wanted to freak out the women. This was the most boring job that she had to attend every three days in the week, in her opinion, she should tooootally be allowed to set up entertainment. Even if it meant possibly putting the poor guy on the spot.

@: chong tingyan When Donghun realized that there was an unpleasant stretch in his muscles when he kneeled too low during streams, he realized immediately that he needed some sort of flexibility back. It's not like he couldn't touch his toes without bending his knees, or that it was affecting his daily life (too much, that is), but it sure as hell would make his job a lot easier. Besides, it's not like extra flexibility would hurt in his daily life. If he was to be honest with himself, yoga was definitely not his first choice. He'd wanted to do something like a gymnastics class, maybe dance, hell, maybe even pole classes. He'd even tried out gymnastics class, only to be extremely uncomfortable with the overwhelming amount of teenage girls with leering moms. Not to mention these teenagers were already out there doing back handsprings and . Not for Donghun. The pole classes interfered with his cam schedule, and he ruled out dance as soon as he saw the routines. So that left him with yoga. It wasn't that he had a problem with yoga, really, he just thought it wasn't his thing. At least it was in the gym he already was working out at.

Donghun really didn't know what he was expecting from the class, but somehow, it still exceeded those nonexistent expectations. Sure, it was a little (extremely) awkward at first, being the only guy, being one of two people under 40, but he got used to that pretty quickly. The women who were there were quite the characters, and made him feel at ease, and the instructor was a lot nicer than he expected. Also cute. Very cute. Donghun didn't go there for girls in yoga pants, of course, but hey, he could appreciate attractiveness where he saw it. So yeah, he'd definitely be coming back. When acknowledged, he gave an awkward little laugh, ducking his head for a moment. Sure, he was used to the spotlight being on him, but that was only through a screen, not face to face. "Ah, I'm Lee Donghun. I decided to join because...," Hm. How could he word this without outright lying? It's not like he was going to tell a room of middle-aged women that he joined to be able to sit on silicon peen easier. "..Because my job requires me to be a little more flexible than I am right now." There we go. "Plus, it's a nice way to relax, I think." After his little introduction, he turned to Mrs. Kim, a sweet smile on his face. "Also, I'm sure your granddaughter's lovely, Mrs. Kim."

@: lee donghun With her forced and tight smile, Tingyan welcomed each of the elderly women that eventually stumbled into the room. Having taught the yoga class for the past 14 months, she knew the regulars, Mrs. Park and her bad hip who always insisted on trying the eagle even though she could never do it, Mrs. Kim who was always 5 minutes late because she just had to chat up the trainer to tell him that he should date her grand daughter and Mrs. Nam, Tingyan's favourite, who always - without a doubt - falls asleep during the final relaxation and fills the room with resonating snores. These were her people, yes, and there were hardly any new comers due to the time and location, making the average age of the students around the arthritus age group. This made the new member stand out clearly, her eyes automatically locking on the young male that took a seat on the mat near the back of the class. She felt somewhat connected to the guy, maybe due to their close age amongst the grey haired grandmothers, and couldn't help but keep a close eye on him - to make sure he was doing the stretches correctly, of course. And to check him out; she wouldn't lie. She'd check out a tree if it had human like features, after all.
"Great class today, ladies - oh, and gent," She gave a pleasant laugh and motioned to the male, trying to hide her under eye bags with a grin as she was still hungover and possibly stale drunk from the night before but had to ooze the essence of 'Zen' for the class. "Why d- oh, someone wake up Mrs. Nam, please." She patiently waited for confirmation that the elderly woman was actually sleeping and had a stable pulse before putting on the fake grin again to address the class. "Since we rarely get new members. Like, never, ever...not even once in a blue moon, why don't you introduce yourself? And why you decided to join us? And no, don't ask him to date your granddaughter, Mrs. Kim. We can't scare him off yet," She mentioned as her gaze playfully narrowed at the woman who already began scooting closer to the guy, seeing right through her friendly gesture.

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I went inside the gym, wearing a matching sports bra and jogging pants, paired up with my favorite rubber shoes. My hair was tied up in a messy bun and I went straight to the locker area first to store my bag properly as I work out.

It has been a week since the last time I went here. Multiple events + university priorities kept me busy and I could actually feel that I've gained some weight. Ugh.

I looked around, not really focusing on other people but just because I'm thinking of what I should do first. Then my feet brought me towards an empty space, it's the area where Zumba dancers and those who do yoga usually are. I my headset, it has a built-in memory card slot so I could listen to some music without needing to bring a phone with me. I start with stretching, mentally counting as I listen to the tune of Boombayah. That song is a bomb, to be honest.