PARK SODA ⋄ [VIRAL HIT X READER X LOOKISM]

~ᴡᴇʙ ᴘᴀɢᴇ: 12

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ᴠɪʀᴀʟ ʜɪᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ- 21

ʟᴏᴏᴋɪꜱᴍ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ- ?

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The locker rooms of the gym felt like a whole other world. Since MMA and Tournament champions practiced here, they had installed state of the art necessities to help the protegés achieve their goals.

So it made people like (Y/N) who went to the gym for fun feel like they lived a life of luxury. Even if it was only for a few hours. Leaving the locker rooms, (Y/N) noticed Moonseong by a punching bag, practicing his jabs. 

Taehoon would be so pissed if he knew was she was about to do. It only made her want to do it more. She sauntered over there, placing her hand nonchalantly on the punching bag as he took a quick break from beating the shit out of it.

"Where's Gracie?" She asked, noting the absence of the eccentric MMA master's presence. 

"I'm not sure. You know how he is." Moonseong replied vaguely, observing her. (Y/N) studied his face. She liked him with shorter hair. She certainly didn't miss his long hair, it made him look more threatening. Less like the grumpy huggable Moonseong she knew. Not that he didn't look threatening anymore.

"Right." She said, pulling her arms forward and linking her hands, stretching. Moonseong poised himself to strike the punching bag again once she had let go and was safely out of the way. "Spar with me." 

He paused, glancing at her from the corner of his eye as she strapped on her boxing gloves. "Are you sure?" He asked, adjusting his own gloves. Mirroring her. 

"Why not?" (Y/N) asked rhetorically, walking over to the roped boxing ring. She bent low, stepping over the bottom rope. Noticing him still standing there, she leaned against the ropes tauntingly. "Are you scared, Moonseong~?" She teased, watching his face heat up.

She watched him approach with cat-like eyes, a smirk growing. She shivered in apprehension as he stepped over the ropes. "Are you ready, (N/N)?" He asked, both of them circling the ring like two predators ready to strike.

"You know it." She said, raising her gloved hands. At the sight of his approaching gloves, she quickly kicked, causing him to jump back slightly. 

She quickly boxed, but his own gloved hands blocked hers, sending them down. In retaliation he went for a side jab. Spinning, she kicked him back. He recovered quickly, restless on his toes as he waited for her next move.

His strikes were blocked, her kicks were blocked. Exhaling gently, Moonseong went for a side jab, causing her to preemptively kick. A mistake.  Hooking the back of her legs with his arms, he sent her to ground with force.