𝐬𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐬𝐪𝐚𝐮𝐝 | 𝐲.𝐣𝐰

『𝟎𝟐』𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝

a few days had passed after that night.

she was making her way to the boxing ring as she usually would after her school activities. carrying her school bag with one strap on her shoulder, plugging in her earphones to blast a few tunes.

when she made it there, she quickly changed before getting out to meet her opponent.

hyejin was told today she was going to have a match with a kid around her age.

making her way around the ring, the referee informed her that he seemed to be new to this underground boxing thing because no one had ever seen him around before.

she glanced at the back of the boy practicing in the ring, observing and noticing his slim figure and his newbie techniques as he swings at nothing.

hyeji often had matches with versatile groups people, different size, physic, weight, strength, etc. a majority of them being men, she'd beat most of them so being paired up with a new boy, she didn't have high expectations.

and so, the match started.

as soon as she had stepped into the ring, she became aware that he was oddly familiar but she couldn't pin point who he was.

hyeji quickly eliminated her thoughts at the blow of the whistle.

like any other match, this was easy for her. he sent her many punches and missed all of them. he was a total noob so she didn't want to go very hard on him. but a match is a match and a winner is a winner.

she let him do offense and all she did was dodge. the one punch he did hit was below the band. the ref blew the whistle.

what a bummer. he hit a foul.

"what are you doing?" she asked bewildered.

but the latter didn't respond. he seemed rather pissed and ignored her, getting ready for the next round.

the same thing went on for their last round. hyeji didn't even bother to take a swing. it was kind of amusing to her as she effortlessly swerve her body back and forth, left and right, watching him get angrier and angrier, missing each one of them and without and doubt this boy looked stupiddddd.

finally she sent one of her signature punches, square in his jaw. it had him hit the floor but she was confused as to why he wasn't getting up.

she didn't swing that hard.

she won. but she didn't feel good about it. it wasn't a good match. he wasn't trying and neither was she.

'what an inexperienced quitter.' she thought.

out of defeat the boy removed himself out of the ring and into the corner where he sat down on a chair. her eyes following his every move as the referee declares her victory. he was fine just like she thought.
stepping out the ring herself, one of the spectators gave her a towel. barely breaking a sweat, she didn't need it but still thanked the guy.

"that boy sure was something right? why is someone like him at a place like this? you can't just come here and fight like that. you're gonna make a total fool out of yourself." he said.

"yeah totally. i'm going to go try and talk to him. see what he's up to." she sent the latter a nod and smile, making her way to the boy sitting on the metal chair.

"sooooo. what was that?" she laughed once she stood in front of him, playing around with her towel as she swings it around.

he himself knew boxing wasn't his thing. the whole time he was too focused, paying attention to his swings and moves, boxing having completely different rules and regulations, there were many strict objectives in the sport and because he was trying to not break any of them, he couldn't even focus on the girl that swung at him.

in a way he thought staying down was better than quitting seconds later after getting back up. so he stayed down.

"there's a huge stigma between saying you had enough but for the health of a boxer shouldn't it actually be encouraged and respected when a fighter says 'enough is enough'?" he lied.

"what are you saying?" the girl only laughed hysterically in response.

"if you're embarrassed that you lost against a girl just say it. don't waste your time trying to convince me with your nonsense. i touched you once you amateur. 'for the health' my ass." she scoffed.

"besides.. you didn't seem all that in the ring like you did that night." she added. hinting to the boy.

that was him. that night. he was the one pressed against me with a gun.

she was no longer threatened by him like she was before. nothing about him fit the image she saw that night.

"i don't know what you're talking about." he answered, breaking eye contact.

she read right through him.

he remembered her too.

in fact ever since that night he couldn't forget it.

he had always remembered seeing and hearing her around but he just didn't know where. now that he'd met her, he finally knew why. she was associated down here.

"i'm hyeji." she stuck her hands our for him to shake.

he returned her gesture but nothing left his mouth.

"i'm sure you know exactly what i'm talking about." she brought up again.

and so he threw away her grasp.

"fuck off."

she scoffed for the nth time that day and walked away. mumbling a few incoherent words he didn't fail to catch.

"fucking asshole."