Loving Kinnick (Rewritten)

Watch Daddy Kiss The Feet Of A Delinquent

After hiding in the bathroom for five minutes, I opened the door to find Kinnick standing across from me with a scowl on his face. I gave him a cheesy smile as I stepped away from the corridor. His ocean-colored eyes rolled like waves. He walked off, glancing back at me every few seconds to make sure I didn't go anywhere.

As he led me toward the ring, I looked around at the decorations. A neon gaslight in the shape of boxing gloves hung on the wall opposite of us. Newspaper clippings surrounded the glowing sign. All of the famous boxers smiled with a belt thrown over their shoulder.

"John must love his neon," I mumbled to myself.

The aesthetic is pleasing. A film covering the window made it appear darker inside of the gym. The red spotlights lit the room dimly. It felt like an underground operation. While my eyes trailed back and forth, I failed to realize where I was going. Without warning, my face smacked into a wall of warmth.

"Do you need glasses?" Kinnick snapped as I stumbled away.

"Sorry," I gulped. "I didn't mean to."

I slowly moved back to put distance between us. Several men trained in the ring, not paying any attention to us as we stood before them. I watched as they threw punches, extending high kicks. My lips parted in awe as they worked profusely.

"Maybe we shouldn't bother them," I mumbled to Kinnick. "They seem really busy -"

"Get the fuck out," his voice ripped through the gym.

My eyes widened as his raspy tone boomed. The training boxers perked up. As they looked at Kinnick, they didn't hesitate to leave. I mean, literally scurried out of the ring to make way for him. His blue eyes met mine but rolled away. He probably sensed my judgment. I couldn't help but frown on him, and he didn't like it.

He gripped the ropes, squatting down as he launched himself over the top. I furrowed my eyebrows with confusion as I stared at him. He motioned for me to get in. I wasn't sure who he thought I was, but I definitely wasn't the kind of person to jump over the top ropes. I looked around for the stairs, realizing there was none. The lack of entrance made me pass on his offer.

If you've ever been in the deep end of a pool as a kid and had to hoist yourself out, you know how awkward it is when you can't get your leg high enough, and everyone is watching you fail. Sadly, I was the overweight child who had zero muscle and ended up rolling across the cement floor. But, here I am seventy-five pounds down and staring at the ring with PTSD because I refuse to make a fool of myself.

"What are you doing?" Kinnick blinked at me with confusion. "Get in."

I shake my head. "You don't have any stairs."

"Pull yourself up."

"I don't have any muscle."

"Obviously," he nodded. "So, just grab the rope and lift up your leg."

"I am not flexible enough for that."

He narrowed his eyes before turning to John. "She won't last here."

"I thought the same thing about you when your scrawny ass showed up at my doorstep," John grumbled.

"I knew how to fight," Kinnick scoffed.

"Because you didn't have a choice."

"Spare me the details. She is barely trying -"

"You're making her nervous!" He accused. "Now get down there and help your trainee into the ring."

"What am I going to do?"

"Lift her up," John's face screws up. "You bench press more than she weighs."