In a twist of fate, Y/N finds herself at a new gym after her old haunt shuts down. But what starts as a routine workout takes a dangerous turn when she becomes the target of unwanted attention. Enter Jungkook, a skilled but troubled boxer who steps...
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" We're....complicated."
Songs suggestions/choices ♪Complicated by Avril Lavigne & Trouble is a friend by Lenka ♪
Monday Morning
PRESENT TIME
JUNGKOOK'S POV
The rhythmic thud of fists against heavy bags punctuates the otherwise quiet gym. I'm locked in intense focus, sweat glistening on my brow as I move with practised precision. Coach Kim watches from the corner of the room, nodding approvingly as I execute each punch with impeccable form.
"Good, Jungkook! Keep that jab sharp, and don't lose your stance," Coach Kim instructs, his voice carrying a tone of experienced authority.
I nod, adjusting my stance and delivering a series of quick, powerful jabs. My movements are fluid, a result of countless hours of dedication and training. The room is filled with the sounds of leather against leather, the soft thud of my footwork, and the distant buzz of gym equipment and people working out.
"Your footwork is solid today," Coach Kim comments, his gaze tracking my movements. I glance around, almost as if expecting someone. Y/N isn't here today. She always comes by every Monday for gym routine, but maybe she's finally taking my advice word by word. To her heart.
"Do me a favour, don't come to this part of town again. Soft and faint-hearted girls like you aren't meant to be here. Be gone."
I don't even know why I said that, but part of me felt the need to protect her-from my world. And another part of me wants her to stay away so I don't get too close. I acted like a complete jerk after her harassment, but I was... ready to fight for her. To punch those gym-goers.
So yeah HUGE MISTAKE. I slept - fxck with her. Again and again.
"You're keeping your balance well. But I've noticed you've been distracted lately." Coach's voice pulls me back to reality. Burning my desires. My tour is coming up in a few weeks, and I need to earn my spot. Keep my streak going. I can't afford to mess this up. That is the only desire for...now.
I pause, my breaths steady and controlled. I glance at Coach Kim briefly. "Just been thinking about a few things."
Like not sxx with Y/n, obviously.
Coach raises an eyebrow, a knowing look in his eyes. "Still involved with that girl, Y/N?"
My jaw tightens. "We're... complicated."
"Complicated or not," Coach advises, "don't let her distract you during training. You remember what happened last time, right?"
A brief, almost imperceptible shudder runs through me as I return to my training. My punches become more vigorous, the intensity of my focus sharpening. Each strike against the bag drives away the thoughts clouding my mind.
