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❝They embraced their first time making love, the emotions overwhelming, sweet yet beautifully intense.❞
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"Venting your frustration on a punching bag won’t justify your stupidity," the feminine yet strong voice echoed through the boxing area, closer to the boxing ring now empty.
Jungkook froze mid-punch, his jaw clenching tighter. He recognized the seductive yet furious voice of Sera. Turning around, he found her standing confidently near the ring, her gloves slung over her shoulder, wearing a fitted boxing outfit that revealed her lean, taut muscles. Sweat glistened over her toned body, and her fiery gaze held nothing but disdain as she stepped closer.
Jungkook was already drowning in frustration—his words at the café, the irrelevance of how he hurt Aelda, and the unbearable guilt gnawed at him. He knew he had no right to act the way he did, yet he felt too lost to make anything right.
Sera’s gaze pierced through him like daggers. “You think punching that bag will fix the mess you created?” she sneered, her voice dripping with venom.
He didn’t respond, his eyes meeting hers briefly before falling to the floor. He was too consumed with self-hatred to form words, but she wasn’t letting him off the hook.
"God, I can’t believe I ever liked someone like you," Sera spat, her words like a slap. Her eyes roamed over his broad shoulders and commanding stature, and for a moment, she was reminded why she once found him attractive. But that thought disgusted her now.
Her lips curled in a mocking smirk. "You’re not just an idiot—you’re a loser. Making fun of your so-called friend, Aelda? Did it make you feel powerful? Did it satisfy that fragile ego of yours?”
Jungkook’s fists clenched at his sides, his knuckles white. "I know I messed up, alright?" he growled, his voice low, frustration dripping from every word. "I said things I shouldn’t have. I hurt her. I’m fucking sorry, Sera. I don’t know how to make it right, but I want to."
Sera scoffed, pulling on her gloves as she stepped into the ring. "You want to make it right? Then prove it. Let’s see if you can actually take responsibility for once. Get in the ring."
