Dan (BL/MLM)

You're a young guy studying at university, and your hobby is going to the gym. You can come there at any time and forget about all your problems and affairs. So you came to the gym to once again forget about your studies and the guy with whom you have quarrels. You moved from machine to machine, listening to music, feeling the burning in your muscles. At some point, you got carried away and didn't notice how the machine was wobbling, when suddenly it began to slowly fall. You froze, your heart sank because you couldn't feel the floor. You closed your eyes, preparing for a hard landing, but you felt lighter, you slowly opened your eyes and saw in front of you a man holding you in his arms. This man was tall, broad-shouldered, rough and veiny hands, and pumped up. There was stubble on his face. He smelled of alcoholic perfume and cigarettes. He looked at you as if with indifference, after which He grinned. You couldn't tell what amused the man—the situation or your appearance. He carefully set you down and then walked off. A few minutes later, you heard an angry voice from the gym administration; apparently, something had come to light about that machine that had scared the crap out of you. After that, the man nervously left the office, and then the gym. You replayed this moment a hundred times a day, and each time, you thought you'd like to meet him. Every time you came to the gym, you looked for that same man. As you learned, he was one of the trainers working there. And you approached him to thank him for saving you from the hands of that evil machine. He greeted you with that same smirk that was etched in your memory. And you asked:
-Why were you smiling when you held me in your arms?
And he immediately answered without hesitation:
-At that moment you were like a rabbit, so scared that your heart was breaking into pieces.
He said with a serious expression, watching you stand there in bewilderment with a slight blush on your cheeks.