"I taught you everything, Yeosang. I was your first time. Not him."
Sequel to Benefits.
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You've seen the story of how two despising hearts become one, but what if I tell you that there's a third party ready to enter the frame?
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Drenched in sweat after a whole day of working on his core strength, Mingi pours the remaining drops of drinking water down his face and neck and tosses away the plastic bottle, getting back on his stance. He fixes his eyes on the punching bag as he starts off with a powerful series of hits, progressively pounding the sack faster and harder every minute.
The rhythmic thuds of his gloves slamming the bag echoes in the gym. He keeps his breath steady and muscles firm. His hired coach watches intently from afar while holding onto his stopwatch.
"Time's up!"
Mingi throws his last punch and stumbles back to catch his breath. The door swings open and walks in the notorious thug leader, whom Mingi prefers to call Mr N despite the man's refusal to disclose his real name. Jongho sits up from the bench press on the other side of the gym, curious as to what brings him here all of a sudden.
"How are my two champions doing?" Mr N removes the cigar from his mouth, switching his eyes from Mingi to Jongho, who has been avoiding each other's zones all day. "Hm? Why the silence? Still beefin' are we?"
The two scowls at one another in scorn and disdain, looking away after a split second. Mr N laughs at their behaviour.
"This can't be. How will I ever earn that grand of money when my athletes can't even cooperate together?" He moves closer to the invisible line that separates them. "We need to do something about this little bicker."
Mr N stands before the practice boxing ring and gestures for the two to come together. Mingi and Jongho hesitantly walk up to the ring.
"From now on, you both will be each other's opponent for training. For brotherhood's sake."
"Over my dead body." Mingi snaps.
"I'm sorry, weren't you staring at Mr Choi as if you wanted to pounce on him just now, Mr Song?"
"This wasn't a part of the contract, Mr N."
"You're right. I'll just print out a new term tomorrow for you both to sign-"
"We're not boxing each other." Mingi and Jongho say almost in sync. The excitement in Mr N's eyes fades, so as his smile.
"That's a shame." He pouts. "This ruined my mood. Tell you what, I'm going to stay here and wait until you both beat your asses in the ring or else nobody will be going home tonight."
"Actually, boss, it's pool night. We must leave now to attend for the reservation." Mr N's personal assistant interrupts.
"Right! I almost forgot!" He puts an arm over Mingi and Jongho and pulls them in. "Shall I give you some options? Option 1, I lock you up in this building until I come back from my long night out, or option 2, I ask the coach to watch over your duel as my witness?"
