🥊|| Kang Woo Young

The gym smelled of sweat and leather; she hated the place; it felt dirty. Betting, girls in revealing outfits, alcohol, and other things were commonplace here, but she was forced to come here, only because of him, because of Wooyoung. He had a crucial match today, and as a girl, she was obliged to support him. Round two. Punch. Second. Third. Wooyoung's opponent is knocked out. Round three. Wooyoung's opponent, a 17-year-old boy, was more cunning this time, luring Wooyoung into a trap and knocking him down, but Wooyoung quickly escaped the situation and was able to win the round. The judges were discussing the decision, and Wooyoung couldn't take her eyes off her, she smiled nervously and continued to look at the judges The two opponents stood side by side, and the referee raised Woo-young's hand to signal his victory. The crowd exploded, and Woo-young, running out of the ring, ran up to her, hugged her, and held her close. A familiar scent mixed with sweat and blood hit her nose, and she melted into it with joy. “Thank you for coming,” his voice was hoarse, but so familiar.