𝙳𝚘𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚎 » 𝚓.𝚓.𝚔. 𝚖.𝚢.

𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒏

Hayun's pov
As the saying goes, new year new me?

The last two years had been far too heavy and had led me to destruction.
I used to drink too much, I let my feelings be trampled and my mind plagiarized by the judgments of others.

And for what? In the end I remained only with dissatisfaction.

I couldn't believe much in myself anymore, I had paused studying at university and I was stuck in that vicious circle that I had built around me.

I told Yuna a lot about it until she told me that, according to her, I needed to pull out all the anger that I had inside and that I had never dared to pull out. She thought I could get better.

A part of me wanted to believe her so I put on top of the good purposes for the new year to find a way to vent from all negative emotions.

That's why I was standing in front of the gym entrance. I wanted to start boxing and screaming while punching if I could.

As soon as I entered I was greeted by the noise of the tools and the smell of sweat of those who were training. It's not the best for sure.
I thanked the fact that I would have done boxing in a special room, far from all those males who were screaming while doing a repetition and congratulating each other by competing to who had raised the highest weight.
All that cringed me.

I quickly changed in the locker room and then headed to the room where I would take boxing class.
The instructor hadn't yet arrived, so I put on my gloves and tried to throw a few crosses to the heavy bag that was next to me.
The people present for the class were busy talking to each other in an indistinct buzz of voices that suddenly stopped.

The door opened in the distance and I immediately heard a familiar laugh.
The instructor was greeted by those people, who arranged themselves all around him, not allowing me to see who the other boy was with him.

"I see you guys have spended a good New Year's Eve! Today I want to give space to a guy who has trained a lot in the last period and managed to achieve great results. So today I want to test him and it will be him the one who will teach the lesson this morning"

If only people would allow me to see better, I could understand who he was.

"Let's introduce yourself ! I already know you, but I see new faces"
The boy cleared his voice.
"For those of you who don't know me, I'm Jungkook and it looks like I'll be training you today."

I burst out laughing without realizing it. It had to be a joke.
People turned in my direction and my laughter was choked after I felt their looks weigh on me.
"Hayun?" I wanted to sink. It couldn't have been him. "What are you doing here?"

People came back to talk to the instructor and Jungkook approached me. He seemed to have a less grumpy look than on New Year's Eve. Did he realize that night was wrong rotten?
Honestly, I didn't care because I was still mad at him.

"Why do you have to be everywhere? I had chosen to do boxing to vent, I didn't think to find myself one of the causes that annoyed my life"
Jungkook scoffed me. "Do you need to vent? Well, I'm gonna come down hard on you in this class so you can blow off steam and throw all the shots you need."

I felt the anger burning my chest. What an asshole.
Seoul is full of people and I had to find Jungkook there.

Listening to the conversations of the others present in class, I realized that Jungkook had been boxing for years and I thought that maybe Yuna's suggestion to start this path wasn't random.
Maybe she knew about his brother, how much it could help him, but that didn't console me. From now on I would have to endure him at every class and I was not happy at all.