Being the daughter of a boxing club owner has its perks. Free gym access. Endless late night training sessions. Daily exposure to the scent of blood and sweat. But Y/N's routine gets KO'd when a broody stranger walks in - hoodie up, sunglasses on, and a face she definitely recognizes from kpop fancams. He's here to train, not talk. She's here to work, not swoon. Too bad fate (and her nosy best friends) have other plans.