Y/N, a rising singer and club promoter known as "Babydoll," is drawn to the intense world of MMA. She catches the attention of two rival fighters-Joo Jaekyung, a fierce, hot-tempered champion, and Damon Michaels, a mysterious, brooding contender. Bo...
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^ Joo Jaekyung
The bass thumped through the dance studio, reverberating with each beat as Y/N spun sharply, her body moving in perfect rhythm with the music. Her long hair, damp with sweat, whipped around as she hit every move with precision. Lola and Margie, her twin best friends, mirrored her on either side, their focus unwavering. They had been at it for hours, perfecting their routine for the upcoming club event, but Y/N's mind was elsewhere—on the MMA fight she had been counting down to all week.
There was something about the chaos and raw intensity of the fights that hooked her. The brutal, unrestrained power of the fighters, the adrenaline of the crowd—it was addictive. And tonight, it wasn't just any fight. Joo Jaekyung, the reigning champion with an ego as massive as his physique, would be squaring off against an up-and-coming contender, a wildcard with something to prove. Y/N couldn't wait to see how it would play out.
"Earth to Babydoll." Margie's voice snapped Y/N from her thoughts as the three of them stopped to catch their breath. Margie, leaning against the mirror, raised an eyebrow. "You've been in your head all night. I know that look."
Y/N smirked, wiping her face with a towel. "You know me too well. I'm thinking about the fight."
Lola laughed, slinging her arm over Y/N's shoulder. "The Tyrant, right? You've been obsessed with that guy since his last fight. What's it been—three months?"
Y/N rolled her eyes but couldn't hide the grin pulling at her lips. "Can you blame me? The guy's a beast. But tonight's not just about him. There's this new kid going up against him—fast, brutal, and no one's expecting it. It could go either way."
Margie shook her head with a chuckle. "You're probably the only girl we know who's into MMA fights like this. What happened to being the spoiled princess?"
Y/N gave a playful shove. "Hey, I can be both." She tossed her towel aside, glancing at the clock. "Let's finish up. Adam's already waiting to meet us there, and I'm not missing a second of this fight."
Within minutes, they wrapped up practice, grabbed their bags, and headed for the underground arena. Y/N's pulse quickened with anticipation as they made their way through the city streets. She couldn't stop thinking about the fight. Jaekyung was the reigning king of the cage—cocky, explosive, and dominant. He always toyed with his opponents before taking them down. But this new fighter, Lee Micheal, had been climbing the ranks fast, leaving a trail of knocked-out opponents in his wake.
Y/N could already feel the tension building in the air. Tonight was going to be intense. She had no doubt Jaekyung would walk into the cage with his signature arrogance, but Lee was hungry for the win. It wasn't just about the fight for either of them; it was about proving who was the real alpha.
