Fighter || Lookism x Reader

13

"Gun!" You jolted upright, breathless, the name slipping from your lips before you could stop it. Your pulse raced from the dream when you realized it wasn't Gun standing over you, but Daniel.

"Oh, sorry," You muttered, rubbing your eyes to shake off the remnants of sleep.

Daniel smiled shyly. "We're at a stop. Thought you'd want to stretch your legs."

"Thanks," you replied, relieved for the distraction.

You got off the bus together and joined your group near the punching game, just in time to see Vin Jin, smug as ever, beating Zack's score. He stood there, grinning like a kid who'd just gotten away with something.

"Was that your record, Zack?" Vin Jin teased, clearly enjoying the moment.

Zack's face turned red as he glanced at you, knowing you had witnessed the whole thing. He swallowed his pride, not wanting to meet your eyes.

"Can I try?" You asked, cutting through the awkward silence. You stepped up to the machine, eyes locked on Vin Jin.

Vin Jin smirked, his cockiness turning up a notch. "Sure, if you know how to hit it," he said, adding a playful, "I can teach you."

You played along, shrugging innocently. "Oh, I've never tried before. Can you show me, please?"

The others exchanged confused glances. They all knew you could hit harder than most of the guys in the group, but no one said a word. They watched as Vin Jin explained the stance, throwing in some showy moves for good measure.

"If your stance is right, you'll get a good score. Just remember to put your strength into it."

You nodded slowly, pretending to absorb his advice. Then, without hesitation, you mimicked his stance and swung, your fist connecting with the punching bag in one smooth motion. The machine blinked to life, numbers climbing higher until it stopped at 978.

You beat Vin Jin's record.

Vin Jin's smug expression vanished. "Like that, right?" You grinned, your eyes twinkling with mischief.

Vin Jin blinked, speechless, as the group burst into laughter. You couldn't help but giggle at his stunned reaction. "Let's go," You said, waving off your friends and heading back toward the bus, leaving Vin Jin standing there, still trying to process what had just happened.

Two hours later, you arrived at the retreat center. The second you stepped off the bus, one of the instructors barked out orders. "Everyone line up!"

You groaned under your breath, rolling your eyes as everyone shuffled into place. A tall, handsome instructor, who looked way too serious for a retreat, walked down the line, checking bags. He stopped in front of you, his gaze lingering a bit too long.

"Can I see your bag?"

"Sure, but there's nothing bad in there," You said with a laugh as you handed it over.

"I'll be the judge of that," He chuckled, meeting your eyes for a moment before rifling through your bag like he was searching for contraband.

Zack, standing behind you, watched your exchange with narrowed eyes, clearly not thrilled with how friendly the instructor was being. You were naturally warm and sweet with people, but Zack had seen enough guys misinterpret that side of you before.

Finally, the instructor handed your bag back, looking slightly defeated. "You're good," he said, moving on.

You turned to Zack, who was still frowning. "Why did he take forever with my bag and barely check yours?" You asked, annoyed.