Entrance || Lee Know ✓

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After her breakfast with the boys, Dahye was sitting at the couch, Doing nothing in particular. 

Just then Chan came to her, sitting next to her. "Hey, Dahye, guess you are fitting with the boys?" I'm wheezing The Boyz-

Dahye looked at him. "Yeah, I guess so..."

"Anyways I was saying," The blonde paused for a moment and looked at the confused girl. "That we should probably start training you."

Dahye was expecting this, She knew now or later on they will train her, So, She nodded. "Alright!"

"Okay, From Tomorrow onwards your training will start." The Dwarf 4 exclaimed.

Dahye managed a small smile on her face and nodded. "Hm, But Who is going to train me?"

"Uh, Minho." Chan scratched his nape awkwardly, pointing at the confused grey haired male.

As soon as the raven heard Minho's name, her smile slipped. "Great." She muttered under her breath, only half-meaning it.

Minho, who was sitting more like laying on other couch, busy in his phone. Spoke up, not bothering to look up from his screen. "Alright...Tomorrow morning, at 6."

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The next morning, Dahye made her way to the training room, dressed in A loose Tank top and joggers which were Hyunjin's, who was possibly the kindest giant she'd ever met. As she entered, she found Minho already waiting, looking unfazed as he adjusted his gloves.

"You're late."

Confused, the raven-haired female looked at the clock on the wall which showed 6:00 means she is on time, but before she could say anything Minho cut her.

"Ready?" Minho asked, his tone flat, his gaze piercing.

Dahye nodded. "I guess so."

"Alright, let's start with basic conditioning," he said, launching into a series of exercises that ranged from sprints to push-ups to grueling planks. Dahye was fit, but Minho didn't go easy on her, pushing her through the workout with minimal rest.

Sweat trickled down her face as she moved from one exercise to the next, her muscles burning. Minho's cold stare watched her every move, offering no praise or encouragement, only curt instructions.

"Faster," he said as she worked through a set of punches against the punching bag. "Your form is sloppy."

Dahye bit back a retort and kept going, adjusting her stance. As tough as it was, she refused to complain or show any weakness. Though her arms ached and her legs felt like jelly, she stayed silent, powering through each exercise.

To her surprise, Minho nodded slightly. "Not bad," he muttered, barely loud enough for her to hear. "Again."

They moved on to defensive maneuvers, with Minho demonstrating techniques that were shockingly effective despite their simplicity. Dahye picked them up quickly, mirroring his movements with surprising ease.

"Good reflexes," he remarked, a trace of admiration in his voice. "But don't get cocky. Keep your stance low, or you'll lose your balance."

With a sigh, She adjusted her stance, her gaze steely. Minho's critiques didn't faze her—she was too focused on proving herself. Every correction he offered, she absorbed like a sponge, adapting and improving with each repetition.

An hour passed, Dahye could feel the exhaustion creeping in, but she gritted her teeth and kept up the pace. Just as they moved into sparring practice, the door to the training room burst open, and Hyunjin and Jisung entered, clearly not expecting to see anyone else there.