Weightlifting Kdrama Novels & Stories

The pair must carry a 100-kg weight all the way down to the third and last course. “I’ll carry this by myself,” Kairo said beside me while I scoffed. “Why don’t you leave it to me?” I said, challenging his words. He looked at me worriedly, “Can you do it?” I laughed in disbelief and effortlessly carried the 100-kg weight. He looked at me with shock while I smirked. I used to carry my father, who was heavier than this weight, without any problem. Does he think that I was the same weak girl as before?

and I got homeschooling Running , weightlifting , dance , combat , boxing , jumping rope and swimming , I've done it all. Trust me.. I'm crazy with it. I lost 25 kgs now and I felt good. Boys started to hit on me and I've dated a couple of guys If you ask me if I'm up for revenge.. the answer is no I don't want to meet the 7 Gold Lifes again , I don't want to do anything with them especially Archer.. gosh I hate him with all my vein and heart

He went to the water dispenser, took her mug and drank water as he watched her killing the mannequin. She got great reflexes like she had learned not just taekwondo but a few martial arts. She mixed it with punching and she got a very strong stamina. Sweat ran down on her spine. Ohh, his goddess is surely seductive. He sipped on his warm water and watched her exhaust herself. She seemed fully equipped and she also had weights. He started stretching and took weights to tone his muscles. Then he sat on the bench and did sit ups and after like fifty sit ups he stopped and watched her kill the mannequin, just how long is she killing it.

Liam had tried to go easy on me as he made me lift light weights but I insisted on lifting heavier ones. Now as I was seated on the bench, I felt the aftermath of the lifting. My arms were sore and my body was drenched in sweat as I heaved heavy breaths. heavily as sweat dripped down my body. I was starting to think I must have overdone it with the weightlifting. Wilona stood at the other end of the training ground, giving me enough time to recuperate and prepare for combat.

Gil laughs again, "[You look like a jealous girlfriend.]" "[Rather than jealousy, I'm feeling a bit disappointed. It was just different with the one I imagined.] " "[Too bad. The Han Ki Jung you loved was a man who standing in front of the cameras. Not the real one. Well, I can't blame you, though. We, as idol, have a task to be a perfect human who fulfilling the dream of their fans. Even it means to be fake and sacrifice our life.]" She blinked twice when noticed his unreadable expression. Feeling awkward, Cecilia got stuttered,"[Th-then, I will, I will pick you up when you are re-ready.]"

Doctors said he can't go beyond five kilos. "No, but looking at you carry this feels like hell." Kolya shows off his muscles by juggling the two boxes in his arms. Noah chuckles, playfully rolling his eyes. "I'm fine, baby bro." He proves this by lifting a heavier box. Kolya gasps when his hyung stumbles on his feet. The older brother is the real show-off here. No matter how hard he tries, he still can't hide the fact that his body is weak.

~ Hailey Park ~ You know that saying, “What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger”? Yeah, no. Whoever said that never had to ride an elevator alone with Ethan Jang. It’s been three days since The Contract Kiss Disaster™ — also known as the near-death experience where my soul left my body mid–K-drama rehearsal — and now my life has become one long outtake reel. The memes still haven’t died. Corporate Confidential has published four separate “body language analysis” videos.

Ezra returned to the Stouts, his heart heavy with regret as he gazed at Isaiah's frail figure. The once towering man now seemed smaller, his shoulders slumped, and Ezra felt a pang of sorrow deep within. He hesitated for a moment before slowly groveling at the door. Never one to bow in front of anyone, Ezra dropped all his pride in that moment, humbling himself completely. His forehead touched the ground in a desperate gesture, his actions driven by the overwhelming weight of his own guilt.

Jeong Hyeo-ri or Park So-hee couldn't help but admire Gwon Dae-hyun's skill in taekwondo. Even the gay Namhyun couldn't stop applauding as he watched every move of the man. His eyes nearly popped out as he stared at Gwon Dae-hyun's handsome and muscular body, especially as it glistened with sweat and his taekwondo outfit accentuated his chest. Namhyun stared at his muscular biceps, then his gaze shifted to the lower part of the man's body. Jeong Hyeo-ri suddenly shook her head at her friend's actions and couldn't help but nudge him to the side.

Nina pov (One hour before Dante’s forces breach) I wake slowly. Not with panic— not with the sharp jolt of fear that used to tear me out of sleep when Ricky was angry— but with weight. Heavy. Pressing. Wrong. My wrists are the first thing I feel. They burn. Not the clean pain of a cut, but the deep, nauseating ache of skin pulled too tight, nerves screaming beneath plastic biting into flesh. My shoulders are dragged back, locked in a position that makes my spine throb with every shallow breath.