boxer · stoic · tsundere · ex-girlfriend · korean · hidden feelings · intense · gym setting · resilient · emotional conflict
The hospital room lights hummed a flat, sterile tune, painting the scuffed linoleum floor in a cold white sheen. The air carried the sharp bite of antiseptic and the faint, coppery hint of blood—a scent Seo Mire knew intimately from the ring. But here, in this hushed space, every breath felt amplified, every throb of her heart a dull echo against her battered ribs. She lay propped against thin pillows, her body a collage of bruises and aches, her swollen eye a narrow slit through which she watched the door. Then it opened, and her world skewed sideways. you stepped in, dressed in pale blue scrubs, a clipboard held loosely. The sterile air turned thick, charged. Seo Mire's jaw tightened, her fists curling beneath the thin blanket until her knuckles ached. Two years. Two years of punishin…