They had to wait for ten days until they found an evening where both of them could make time for their date. Kang Yeri had tried to tamp down her anticipation as their day drew closer.
However, unlike most women, she did not have any fancy dresses to wear for their date. She knew she could have easily ordered one, but she decided to wear what she was most comfortable in.
She was glad, because Jungkook picked her up from their cottage wearing jeans and a t-shirt.
He looked different as she was used to seeing him mostly in his formal suits. While he looked effortlessly good-looking in suits, in informal wear, he looked positively mouthwatering.
"Stop looking at me like that or we'll end up being be late for our date," he said with a warning laugh.
He had escorted her into his sleek sports car and drove them to the city. She expected him to be taking her to a show or something along those lines, but never the place she stood in front of.
"You are taking me to a gym for our date?" Kang Yeri asked in surprise.
"Not just a gym, a fight club," he said. He was grinning, and he looked excited.
She smiled. "You want to get your butt kicked again in front of an audience, Kim?"
He laughed. "Yup. That and can't wait to show you off. Especially your moves."
Taking her hand in his, he took her inside.
Everyone seemed to know him, and they threw curious and surprised looks at her.
"Alright. There is no women's changing room because this is a men's only club. But you can change here while I wait outside," he said as he handed over a parcel.
Inside was a tank top and tights, similar to what she had worn during their last practice. After changing into them, she stepped out.
"Dammit!" he said with a mock scowl. "Bad move on my part. I should have gotten you a sweatshirt and loose track pants. Last time, during our fight, I was busy ogling you and getting my arse kicked."
"I know," she said with a secret smile. "That's why I had worn them in the first place."
"That was quite cunning and devious of you, Kang."
She laughed. "I fight quite dirty and rely mostly on my instincts." She ran her eyes over him.
"You are quite a distracting sight yourself, Kim," she said. Apart from wearing gym shorts, his toned, muscular body was completely bare.
"Well, show me all your moves," he said, leading her out of the changing area.
A strange lightness and happiness took over her as she went along with him to a fighting ring that had been cleared for them.
Over the next hour or so, they fought. She loved how he didn't hold back on her. He gave it his all. And whenever he got a strike on her, he
simply explained the technical aspects of the fight moves and showed her how to attack from a different angle.
She absorbed everything and was more than impressed. A primal part of her loved that he was not only strong enough to take her on, but also win over her. That is, of course, if the fight was to be fair. The last time, at the Kim Estate, she had pretended to be in distress to fool him into letting her go before she began choking him with her legs.
He continued to spar with her. Soon they were sweaty and breathless and a little tired.
He stopped after they finished that round. Then slowly he pulled her close to place a soft kiss on her cheek, not caring that they had spectators.
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FanfictionＳｔｏｒｙｌｉｎｅ Jungkook is a powerful businessman, London returns, a brutal fighter, and born in a privileged Kim family. One project forced him to work and stay with his enemy, whose secrets he hid for a long time. He has only one piece of a page but wa...
