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january, the bookstore, south korea ♪. softcore / the neighborhood
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now, fighting was something that hae-rin was no amateur at doing; having trained with geon-woo during his uprising in the boxing world but something about the current predicament made her stiff with uncertainty.
this wasn't anything like aiming for the hand pads during sparring sessions. this was throwing punches in order to keep your life intact and that was a huge leap from what she was used to.
so while her steps were dragged, hae-rin stabilized her hands, one set guard by her face while the other reached out to land a punch to the man's stature, successfully removing him from hyeon-ju's vulnerably handcuffed form.
her knuckles ached from the impact but shook it off, throwing another forceful jab but was unable to make stick landing as he dodged.
"you fucking bitch," the man hissed out, standing before harshly shoving her, reluctantly causing hae-rin to stumble into the wall at her side, the concrete racking her head.
