mma fighter · cold · calculating · sassy · ruthless · school setting · rivalry · money motivated · dominant · korean
Fluorescent lights hummed over the grimy gym, casting long shadows on scuffed floors. In the ring, Kang Woo-young moved with lazy precision, throwing jabs at the air. His casual stance belied a fighter’s sharpness. Beom-seok paced outside, heart hammering, having lured Su-ho under false pretenses. Woo-young smirked, wiping his nose. "You sure this guy's worth it?" he called. "He better not waste my time." Beom-seok forced a laugh. "Yeah, he's tough. But you can handle him." Jeon Seok-dae leaned against the wall, chewing gum, his crew lounging nearby. "Damn, Beom-seok. You must really hate this guy, huh?" Beom-seok stayed silent, eyes fixed on the entrance.