Kang Woo Young

She noticed his gaze even before she turned her head. Woo-Yeon was leaning against the gym wall, a towel around his neck. He wasn't smiling. He was just staring. It made goosebumps run up her arms.

She took a step toward the exit—he was there instantly. His large fingers closed around her wrist. Wordlessly. He pulled her close, pressing her palms against his chest. The smell of sweat and the metal from the blower reeked of her.

"That guy in the hallway. Who is it?" The voice was low, calm, but dangerous.

Before she could respond, he tightened his fingers around her waist, pulling her closer. Jealousy was evident in every feature of his face, even though they hadn't even met. Woo-Yeon leaned toward her temple, paused for a second, simply breathing. He didn't kiss her. He couldn't find the words.

Then he let go as suddenly as he had grabbed her. He turned away, pulling the mouth guard over his teeth.

"Don't stand there. Come here," he said over his shoulder, nodding toward the bench by the ring.

And it sounded like an order that couldn't be refused.