Hooked ◇ L.Jeno

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[2.17pm]

The same glass doors, the ones she has been pushing open and close for the past two weeks, stood in front of her like a path to escape.

She never expected to find comfort behind those doors, always considering the mass of sweaty humans to be disgusting.

But she knew she had to try it. The roller coaster of emotions twisting and turning, pressing her buttons, the buttons that made her agitated and the ones that wanted her to cool off.

She moved forward, fingers wrapping around the worn down metal handle of the door as she pushed, entering the familiar place. The stench of sweat that had seeped into the walls of the gym hit her nose, making her want to leave but she fought against it.

Forcing her feet to move towards the boxing section, she stepped closer to the equipment. Her hand instinctively grabbed the pair of gloves she liked to call her own. Wrapping her hand so tight, it was probably impossible to feel her fingers as the cloth blocked her blood supply but she didn't care.

There was just one thing on her mind and she was already eyeing it. The bag of sand that hung in the corner, if alive, would be cowering at her strong gaze.

Already feeling the adrenaline pumping through her veins, she practically skipped to the corner, not bothering to warm up. Pulling her hair out of its messy ponytail only to tie her thick hair into a bun at the top of her head.

Slipping her sleek, covered fingers into the restraints of the rubber gloves, she brought her fists to her face, taking position.

She jumped a few times, the adrenaline ready to burst into punches as she started hitting the bag. Punch after punch landed on the it, the sound of rubber hitting rubber echoing through the empty hall as the girl strained her body to keep going.

Every hit made her feel the emotions that travelled in her veins, transferring into the sand bag. Beads of perspiration trickled down her forehead and neck, leaving a path of moisture as they cooled her off.

She had never realised how much of a stress buster boxing had been and after a good thirty minutes of nonstop punches, she finally understood. Being calm and unresponsive to something that bothered her was one way, but it always ended up with bottled emotions.

However, punching a poor non-living thing endlessly had its benefits. She was able to let go of all restrictions and destroy the poor thing without even getting a plea in response.

She was so invested, the sound of the glass doors opening couldn't break through the noise of her staggered breathing as she continued on.

Jeno, on the other hand, was surprised to see his only student at the gym, two hours earlier than usual. But he wasn't one to question, the gym was open to all.

Stepping closer to the girl, he noticed the troubled expression on her fatigued face, and he understood too well. She was obviously there to release stress like he himself had done a million times.

He leaned against a wall, not wanting to disturb the girl from her actions, eyes raking over her figure. Her hair unravelling from its bun, sticking to her damp forehead as her skin glistened from the sweat.

Her nose flared from trying to get maximum oxygen after the workout, and lips parted as she breathed hard. He peeled his eyes off her when she dragged her tongue over her bottom lips, sliding along the piercing that Jeno found himself having a liking to.

Snapping out of his not so holy thoughts, the boy looked back at the girl only to lock eyes with her.

"How long have you been standing there?"