"I don't do shit halfway, sweetheart. You step in my flames, you'll burn to ashes!"
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The Kings of the underworld are in a bit of a predicament; their rule over the city is challenged as an old enemy...
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Training is the key to unlocking your potential, turning your weaknesses into strengths, and your dreams into reality.
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The first thing she noticed was how open and bright the room felt.
Glass was everywhere—walls, windows, and even the ceiling was mostly glass. Sunlight poured into the training room from all directions, making it feel almost like an extension of the outdoors. It was as if the designers wanted to bring nature inside. Surrounding the room were lush greenery and woods, and when she looked up, she saw a clear blue sky, free from the gloomy clouds that usually hung over Seoul.
The polished wooden floors gleamed under the sunlight, their honey-colored surface adding warmth to the airy space. In one corner, a state-of-the-art boxing ring stood proudly, its ropes taut and pristine. The ring was surrounded by premium leather punching bags, each meticulously aligned, ready to take the hits from the next champion in training.
To the left, a series of sleek, high-tech exercise machines formed a semi-circle, each one designed to target different muscle groups. They were the latest models, equipped with touchscreens and virtual trainers, seamlessly blending modern technology with the timeless art of physical fitness.
Lining the far wall was a mirrored surface, reflecting the room's grandeur and giving it an even larger appearance. The mirrors were bordered by racks of free weights, kettlebells, and other strength-training equipment, all neatly organized and waiting for their turn to be used.
In the center of the room, a plush, custom-made mat covered a large area, inviting for stretching exercises. It was bordered by low, cushioned benches where one could relax between sets, and small potted plants added a touch of nature to the serene environment.
The air was filled with a subtle, invigorating scent—a blend of eucalyptus and mint—designed to refresh and energize anyone who entered. Old hip-hop music played in the background, its rhythm perfectly welcoming to Marcella who, as a lover of this genre, immediately recognized the ancient but powerful vibe.
"Wow," she whispered, amazed by how spotless the place was and how good the room smelled to be a training room.
"Impressive, isn't it?" she heard a cheerful voice and turned to see none other than J-Hope waltz into the room in training clothes and a bright smile on his lips. He exchanged a quick look with Suga, he thought she didn't see, and proceeded to welcome her to his place.
"It's so bright and happy," she said enthusiastically, glancing around once more. "It's hard to believe it's just a training room! Where's everyone else? Your prospects, I mean."
J-Hope chuckled.
"This is my training room, Marcella," he clarified. "We wouldn't take you to the training rooms with the prospects, that place is a mess and it smells awful!"
