When We Were Mercs (Jake Muller x Reader)

When We Were Mercs (Jake Muller x Reader) Pt3.

we made our way to the roof of the building. It was a big enough area that neither of us had the risk of falling off.

Jake: "Alright, get yourself wrapped up, show me what you know."

I nodded as he slid if his jacket, hanging it on a set of weighs near the corner. Under that jacket was a faded green tank top, revealing his toned arms. I felt my face get a little warm, I realized I had started to blush. I turned my back and reached into my gym bag. I took out my bandages and started wrapping up. After a few seconds, I feel a tap on my shoulder.

Jake: "Is that, uh... That how you ALWAYS wrap your hands?"

(Y/N): "What do you mean?"

I mean, you just wrap your bare hands, nothing else underneath? "

He turned around and gestured for me to follow him.

Jake: "C'mere, I'll show you."

I followed him over to a punching bag lying on the ground. He took another quick glance at my hands as he lifted the bag up, supporting its weight against him.

Jake: "Alright, 20 hits, right in the middle."

(Y/N): "Why?"

Jake: "Just hit it will ya?"

I rolled my eyes, but did what I was told. With each hit, the pain became more and more excruciating. I could almost hear the crack as my nerves were electrified, mind-numbing pain.
I stopped after only 8 punches, mumbling under my breath as I shook my hands to try and stop the pain.

(Y/N): "Son of a bitch!"

Jake: "There a problem? That was only 8 punches, i said 20."

(Y/N): "I can't."
He dropped the bag.

Jake: "Can't what?"

(Y/N): "I can't do 20 punches. Feels like my hands are gonna bleed."

Jake: "Exactly. Let me show you where you made your mistake."
He took my left hand and unwrapped it. Revealing splits, bruises and blisters plastered across bloodied knuckles.

Jake: "Holy shit! You really did a number on your hands, didn't you?"

(Y/N): " Yeah, well, from what i hear you get used to it. "
For a mercenary, he had surprisingly soft hands. He was probably just being careful because of the bruises, but, he was being very... Gentle.
Then he noticed the half-covered bruises higher up on my arm.

Jake: "CHRIST ALMIGHTY, What the hell have you been-"

(Y/N): " I'm fine, thanks."
I pulled my arm away and turned my back.

Jake: "No, you're not, your fucking hands you bleeding. At least let me show you how to keep this from happening again."

(Y/N): " Alright, fine."
I turned around and walked back over to him as he understood one of his hands.

Jake: "There's a reason i wear fingerless gloves all the time, and it's not just cause their my style."
He took off one and handed it to me.

Jake: "Here, put one on and try those punches again."
We walked back over to he punching bag as i slipped on the glove.

Jake: "you know what to do, slugger."
I wrapped my hand back up again as he lifted the bag.

(Y/N): "Yeah, yeah, I know. 20 hits right in the middle, I got it."
He let a small smile make its way across his face.

Jake: "Your a feisty one, aren't you?"

(Y/N): " Just hold the damn bag, Muller."
I took a deep breath, and took the first swing. And when it hit, I hardly felt anything. No sting, almost no pressure from it at all. 8 punches went by... 10, 15, 20.

Jake: "Okay, good start."
28, 34.

Jake: "(Y/N)?"
35, 36, I just kept going. Not even noticing that he was lowering the punching bag. I threw one last punch, almost crashing into his face. He moved to his left as my elephant flew past his head.

Jake: "Jesus, take it easy, will ya? What, are you trying to give me a black eye?"
I could hardly catch my breath.

(Y/N): "Sorry, kinda got caught up in the moment. Did I snag ya?"

Jake: "snag? The hell does that even mean?"

(Y/N): " Ya know, snag. Decked? Oh for the love of- did I hit you??

Jake: "Ya know, you could've just said that, save us both the trouble. And no, I'm fine. But how about we try that out in a little test run? Best 2 outta 3?"