Love At First Kick

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It's been about 3 days since his dad paid a visit, and thankfully, we haven't seen him or heard from him since. Jimin was still on the lookout, but he was a bit more relaxed with each passing day.

We went back to our lives of college and training and were currently sitting in the class. We had a bunch of taekwondo people congratulate me and Jimin once we came back to class. Even one of the professors congratulated us. That was kind of cool.

Poor Jimin got asked for an autograpfh by a few girls. He was more than surprised. It was kind of hilarious. He thought they were joking for a moment. He is, however, used to people asking for pictures by now. He is slowly getting the hang of the fact that people know him.

Hobi was extra excited. He was hugging us for an hour when he saw us. He wouldn't let us be. But it's Hoba, so you can't complain. He asked about a million questions, and he wanted to know everything. He even asked where to see the fights. Apparently, he only collected the courage now to watch them. Hilarious.

Apart from people asking us questions and congratulating us left and right, everything else was the same.

'Line up!' Coach Yong called everyone up at the beginning of the class

'We will do some good old sparring today. We haven't had one in 2 weeks, and I don't want anyone to forget about the pain that comes with it.' Everyone chuckled at that one

'Ahhh... it's been too long since I kicked your ass in front of everyone.' Jimin grins at me. At least he is the same in the gym. Teasing little shit.

'I don't know. I got quite a bit stronger. I'm not sure you'll pull it off these days.' I tease him back

It's not just me that got stronger. He did as well. He would take my head off if he fought me as he does in the tournaments, but I do love sparring with him.

'Stretch and put on your equpement. You have 10 minutes.'

'Shall we, my lady?' He teases as he does a little curtsey, offering me his hand

'Oh, please, kind Sir.' I curtsey as well, putting my hand in his. We both laughed at out idiocy as he went to stretch by the wall

'Oh, come on. Did you get even more gummy? What the fuck is that?!' Jungkook yelled at me as Jimin was streching me out. 

It took me a second to realize that this is way past the split. I'm pretty much bending my leg behind me now. So, he is absolutely right.

'What can I say man, they torutred us.' I joke, swapping places with Jimin. He got further with his flexibility as well. He is just as bad as I am these days. I am hella proud.

'COACH!' Jungkook called him over, and we all knew what was going on right away. Jimin looked at me and snorted in laughter seeing me sigh deeply. Not again.

'Can we watch them fight? We haven't seen it in ages!' He is so excited

'I was thinking the same, my dear Jungkook. I want to see how much they trained.' Coach Yong grins at us

'Well, the floor is all ours.' Jimin giggles as he does a random cartweel to the middle of the gym, making everyone laugh. What is going on inside of his head.

I laughed as I walked over to him, putting on my helmet.

'I want you to know that I care deeply about you, no matter how hard I hit you.' He teases, putting his hand on my shoulder as he apologizes in advance

'I wouldn't dream of you holding back. I'd kick your ass if you did. Bring it, blondie.' I giggle

'Blondie? Wow.' He laughs, then puts on his helmet