Dangerous Fellows (Imagines)

eugene: 1

A/n: can you guess I'm a little Eugene biased? I seem to have more ideas for him than for the other characters... Anyway, this imagine was inspired by a story prompt i saw on Pinterest, but i actually have no idea how taekwondo actually works like, so please excuse my lack of knowledge if I'm being wrong somewhere in the story
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Your hand swished through the air in a single, fast motion, crashing in full force against the hand of your trainer - or, in other words, your father.

He shook his head and drew back his hand into which you had just smashed yours. "You're doing it wrong. It's better done like this." He repeated the motion, his hand moving swiftly through the air.

To an unfamiliar eye, it would look just the same as you had done a couple seconds ago - but to your eye, skilled from years of practice, the subtle differences in bend and angle did not go unnoticed. You nodded as a sign of understanding and this time, made the move just right.

You were the daughter of a taekwondo trainer and former professional taekwondo fighter - of course you'd grow up to be one of the best taekwondo trainees here in the centre which your father owned. He'd been training you ever since you had learned to walk, mastering and perfecting your techniques which even adult taekwondo fighters could envy.

To say the least, you were better then most of the boys training here (there was only one other girl and even she looked as if she'd pack up and leave during every training) and grew to be respected by most of them. With most of them, you also became friends - just like you, some of them had been training in the centre ever since young age and you formed a bond between you as kids.

The bond stayed and only strengthened with time, you were always with the boys, either in school, after or before. The lack of girl friends in your life surely affected you some - you always wanted a girl best friend to gush over boys with, to put on makeup with, to do silly girly things, but you kept this deeply buried within you and would never admit it to one of your current best friends, out of which everyone was of male gender. And since you had no one to do these silly girly things with, you grew out of it and acted more like a boy instead.

Thus, the tomboy nickname stuck to you in your small group.

You'd never put on makeup (although you once tried when you stole your mother's, but it looked worse than horrible), you never wore any dresses and skirts - they were unpractical for you, especially when you were just constantly running or doing something energy draining with the boys.

You never talked to anyone about your crushes, even though you had quite a lot of them. Whether it was a boy from higher grade, or a new guy arrived at the judo centre, or maybe the barista at the cafe you'd go to sometimes, you would always just keep it to yourself. Most of the time, they were only platonic attractions anyway.

There was only one case where you developed serious feelings for a boy, and he rejected you after mustering up the courage to tell him - after crying for the whole day in your room, you discarded him from your life and acted like nothing happened the next days to come.

He must've been scared to have such a manly girlfriend who can fight so well, you thought. You knew boys preferred petite, gentle girls and that you were far from that, being tall and unafraid to speak up and show your opinion, and you just told yourself you do not need any boyfriends in your life, anyway. Not now at least, when you were focusing on school and taekwondo.

"Again," you father's voice demanded, urging you to try the move a couple more times. He was carefully watching you and pointing out every single mistake, whether it be a milimetre wrong placement of the foot, or a millisecond longer hesitation, which would put you to a disadvantage in a real competition.