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"Slow down Felix." Namjoon softly grabs the male's shoulders to stop him.
"S-Sorry, Mr.Kim..." Felix catches his breath. "I just..I hate someone right now and I..really need my anger out."
"It's not that. Your posture isn't right." Namjoon moves his hands to the male's arms and moves them in the right direction. "There. Now, if you want to punch once every few seconds to talk, you can."
Felix looks at him. "You think so?"
Namjoon nods, softly smiling. "Yeah. Will you be fine talking about it to me?"
"Uh, yeah." Felix nods. "You're my teacher..and my friend too."
"I should be your friend."
Felix chuckles. "You are."
Namjoon chuckles too. "I'm gonna get you and I a water real quick, okay? Go on and start punching."
"Okay." Felix curls up a soft smile.
Namjoon starts walking away. God, I have a crush on him ever since I entered this place. But..the worse part..he's twenty seven years old and I'm only twenty..exactly seven years apart. It sucks. Felix sighs and lowers his arms. I'll never have someone like him. He's only nice to me because I'm his best student in the class.
"I'm back." Namjoon spoke up, holding two water bottles.
Felix looks at him, lifting his hands back up to the punching bag. "Welcome back."
"Mr.Kim!"
Namjoon looks over at another student. "Ah. I'll be right back." He puts down the water bottles on the bench and starts to jog over to the student.
"I need help with my posture." The student says, asking nervously.
Namjoon smiles softly at the student. "Don't you worry, mister Hwang. I can help."
"Thanks, Mr.Kim. I really appreciate it." He smiles at him.
Felix curls his brows, lowering his hands down from the punching bag. Hyunjin makes eye contact with Felix, then looks away, not amused. Felix looks away and backs up, sitting down on the bench, fluttering his eyes down to his lap. He probably likes him better than me...
Felix caresses the boxing gloves.
He hasn't left the gym ever since he got into his thoughts. His stupid thoughts. Hyunjin is his ex. He tried to 'steal' Namjoon away during classes when Felix had him. But Namjoon never really noticed that. But..the thing is..he's still in love with Hyunjin.
"Felix?"
Felix looks up from his view and widen his eyes, quickly putting the gloves down and getting up from the bench. "M-Mr.Kim." He quickly bows.
Namjoon curls his brows in concern, walking up to him. "What're you still doing here? I'm about to lock up."
Felix curls his brows. He fluttered his eyes down and sits back down on the bench. "It's nothing..."
Namjoon crosses his arms. "What's going on? You've been down since you got to class this morning."
"It's..really hard to explain, Mr.Kim."
"C'mon." Namjoon sits down beside him. "You were going to tell me when I fixed your posture. You're still able to tell me still."
Felix fiddles with his bracelet, shakily sighing. "Have you ever..fell for someone that just won't get out of your head...?" He nervously looks at him.
Namjoon curls his brows. He fluttered his eyes down. "I have. Years ago."
Felix looks at him. "Did you have to let him go?"
Namjoon nods. "I had to. If I didn't, I wouldn't be here as your teacher. And just being in a slum."
"That's..how you see it?"
Namjoon sadly sighs. "Yeah..that's how I saw it if I didn't leave at all."
"Wh..What happened?"
Namjoon gets up from the bench. "No need to worry so much about my past, hm? C'mon. I'll take you home."
Felix gets up from the bench too. "You sure?"
"It's been years, Lee. I'm okay that you've mentioned it."
