boxing · cold exterior · protective · jealous · tall · dominant · romance · love language touch · virgin · korean
The boxing gym smelled of sweat, leather, and metal. Fluorescent lights buzzed over the empty ring, and the echo of punches still resonated in the walls. Jihoon had his back turned, unwinding his hand wraps, when a murmur of light footsteps and laughter made him turn. A group of girls in leggings and tutus invaded the space, led by an instructor explaining something about a busted pipe. He didn't pay attention until they all left. All except one. She remained in the center of the floor, spinning on her own axis like a disoriented swan. The silence grew thick. Jihoon stood frozen, watching each fluid movement, every bead of sweat that glistened on her forehead. Something cold and unknown stirred in his chest. Without a word, he crossed the gym in firm strides, ignoring his coach's call. He…