Love At First Kick

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'Show me what you got.' He smirks, confident in himself. I can't say that he doesn't look threatening, but I've been doing this 3 times as long.

He moves forward, grabbing onto the collar of my dobok. I took hold of his wrist, twisting it towards outside, then tripping him, then flipping him on his back on the ground.

'Okay, that one hurt a little.' He dusts himself off, getting up. He strengthens his dobok, waiting for me to attack.

I launch myself forward, going for his throat. He instantly grabbed my arm, pulling me down over his knee, resulting in me landing on my face.

'Amateur.' He teases

I fix myself up, and he attacks again. This time, he pulled me by my arm into himself. He must have forgotten about my flexibility. I did a half circle with my hip, clapping him over the head from the side, then twisting his arm once he ducked down. He fell down, laughing.

'U said something?' I tease him back. I help him up, and he attacks again straight away.

He grabbed me from behind, wrapping his arm around my throat, chuckling in my ear, 'You shouldn't help your opponent.'

He got elbowed in the plexus, knocking his air out almost completely. Kicked him by the side of his knee, then flipped over him, throwing him down, choking him between my legs.

He started tapping on my leg to let him go. I did so, laughing at him. Little did I know he was about to jump on top of me, holding my arms down.
'And now what?' He smirks

He has my arm pinned down by the sides of my head, my legs trapped by his knees. I was stunned by the fact that he was so close to me. His face was only inches away from mine.

I probably could fight my way out of it, but I froze up, staring at him.

His smile was gone, and he was looking right into my eyes. He is even more gorgeous up close. He has such a beautiful face. Sculpted cheekbones and jawline. A perfect, cute nose. And, God, save me. Those lips are something you pray to even see. His hair is falling down his forehead, almost covering his eyes.

I didn't even notice until a second ago because I was admiring him, but he is so close that his nose is almost brushing up on mine. My heart is fluttering so badly. I'm trying my best to breathe, to control it.
I didn't realize he let go of my arms until I felt his hand on my waist, slowly gripping me around it.

'Jimin..' I whisper his name, using my hand to slide it around his neck

'Mmm.' He mumbles, leaning all the way in. I felt his breath on my lips as he lightly parted his.

'You lose.' I whisper

'Huh?' his face has surprise written over it.

I grin, wrapping my legs around his waist and pushing him down on the ground, getting on top of him. He released my legs as he was moving closer to me.

He laid down and exhaled in what sounded like frustration.
'Seriously!? I thought...' He trailed off

'What?' I ask

'Nothing. Don't worry about it.' He sighs. 'You play dirty.' He finally smiles, tapping on my leg to get off of him

'You have a physical advantage. This is just a tactic.' I reply

'Wow. Unbelievable.' He scoffs. 'I'm going to change.' He gets up and walks away. He looked annoyed. And I'm fully aware why. He thought he were going to kiss. Trust me, I wanted to. But I can't bring drama to the club, and I don't know if he even likes me.

I sure as hell like him. It's not hard to figure out. Besides being drop-dead gorgeous, he is nice and talented and funny. There is nothing not to like. I've been having issues talking to him because I can't even look at him without blushing. But I don't know him that well just yet. It's only been a few weeks since we met. I also can't afford to pull his or my focus off the goals.