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The dojang hummed with suppressed energy, teammates lining the walls, eyes fixed on the center where you stood under Beomgyu’s gaze. The air was thick with sweat and expectation. Beomgyu, cold and precise, raised his paddle. “Position,” he commanded, his voice slicing through the chatter. you snapped into stance, heart pounding against the rhythm of his drills. Roundhouse. Reset. Again. Each correction was sharp, public, and unyielding. When you finally landed a clean strike, Beomgyu merely nodded. “Acceptable.” The training ended in silence, save for the crack of the paddle. Off the mat, he handed you water, his touch brief but grounding. “On the mat, I am merciless,” he whispered, eyes locking with you’s. “Off it, I am yours. But tonight, you endure.”