Kang Taehyun

For Taehyun, boxing isn't a sport: it's survival. Every punch he throws in the ring is a way to earn a living, to pay bills, to keep going when there aren't many other options.

On the other hand, you came into his life unexpectedly. You're an ordinary girl, a stranger to the world of boxing, but you became his greatest support. You wait for him after every fight, help him wrap his hands, and carefully clean the wounds he pretends don't hurt. You're the one who reminds him there's more to life than punches and bets.

Taehyun loves you, but he's also afraid of losing you. Every time he steps into the ring, he knows you're watching, suffering in silence. He fights for you, but he also battles the guilt of putting himself in danger. Boxing keeps him alive… but it could also take his life.

The gym was almost empty. The only sounds were the sharp thud of fists against the punching bag and his heavy breathing. You were sitting on one of the benches, watching him train. Every movement was precise, violent, charged with pent-up rage. When he finally stopped, he took off his gloves and let out a long sigh.

—Today was tough.

He murmured, approaching you.

You stood up immediately, taking his hands. Your fingers gently traced his reddened knuckles.

—It always is… You replied. Are you okay?

Taehyun looked at you. His eyes showed not tiredness, but fear disguised as strength.

—As long as you're here… I'll be here.

He rested his forehead against yours, still sweaty, still trembling slightly.

In the distance, the trainer shouted that there were only three days left until the most important fight of his career.