Your POV

I enter my apartment, closing the door a little too aggressive causing it to loudly slam shut. I drop my bag on the counter, and chuck my keys into the bowl. I hear footsteps come behind me, most likely my roommate. I walk over to the refrigerator and take out a bottle of water. The safety seal cracks as I twist the cap. The cool liquid quickly goes down my throat as I basically chug the drink.

"Woah, what happened?" I hear my roommate ask.

I turn and see Changbin sitting on one of the kitchen stools. His face contorted into a concerned expression. I sigh and place the now empty bottle in the recycling bin. I walk towards him and place my hands on the counter. Firmly gripping it as if it is going to disappear.

"I'm done," I tell Changbin.

"Done with what?" He asks.

"I'm fucking done with everything. I'm done with school, with work, with the stupid pretty princess bitches at school. I'm done with it all. Fuck it, fuck the system, I'm done!" I announce, stepping away from the counter.

I feel like I could punch a hole in the wall or I could start crying. Either way I'm done. There is no answer from Changbin. We stare at each other for a moment, he then gets up and leaves the room. A few minutes later he comes back and tosses clothes at me.

"Go get changed," He says, pointing towards the bathroom.

I look at the clothes he threw and see that they're workout clothes. I look back at Changbin in utter confusion.

"Why?" I question.

"Just go change," Changbin tells me again, this time pushing me to the bathroom.

He closes the door without another word. I roll my eyes and start undressing.

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Changbin's POV

"Why are we here?" Y/N asks, in annoyance as we enter the boxing center.

"Hush, follow me," I say.

Even though Y/N is not in my sight, I can tell she/he/they is/are rolling their/her/his eyes. I walk towards the back, with Y/N behind me. I open the door and it reveals an empty boxing ring.

"Again why are we here?" Y/N asks again.

"Because," I start, taking her/his/their hands and wrapping them.

"It's not good to have that much anger bottled up," I explain, finishing wrapping Y/N's hands.

"So what are we going to do? Fight?" She/He/They question sarcastically.

I step into the ring and face Y/N, "That's exactly what we are going to do."

"I can't do that, you know how angry I am. Despite that, I can't hit you," She/He/They whines, with a soft expression.

"Hey, it's okay, I'll be your punching bag!" I tell her/him/them.

"Besides, I'll give you a few pointers. Lord knows you could use them," I add.

Y/N will get herself/himself/themself into fights, majority of the time beating the hell out of her/his/their opponent. The only downfall is, Y/N's technique is not the greatest.

"Are you just going to stand there? Get your butt in here!" I shout, grabbing gloves.

Y/N comes into the ring, I toss her/him/them a pair of gloves. She/He/They put them on and stand in the corner of the ring.

"Are you sure about this?" Y/N questions.

"What if I hurt you? I don't think this is a good idea," She/He/They say.

I laugh thinking how funny she/he/they is/are. It's honestly hilarious. Y/N can go from 'I'm going to murder your ass' to 'can we cuddle' within a matter of minutes. Unless, She/He/They are really, and I mean really, pissed off. If Y/N is, don't even bother coming near her/him/them.

"Yes, I am sure. I'll be your punching bag for the evening," I tell Y/N.

Y/N doesn't answer, just stands in their/her/his corner. I hit my hands together.

"Come on give me your best shot," I say, bouncing.

Spectator's POV

Unsure of what to do, Y/N awkwardlys bounces from side to side. Y/N would rather just use an actual punching bag. Changbin, knowing that Y/N won't do anything until you are provoked.

"(INSERT FAVORITE CHARACTER/ACTOR HERE) Isn't cute!" Changbin yells.

Y/N squints her/his/their eyes, confused as to what Changbin was trying to accomplish.

"I ate your leftovers!" Changbin lies, hoping that will do something.

Y/N can tell when he is lying and just for that she/he/they walk up to him and Changbin on the arm. A little more aggressive than needed.

"You suck at insults!" Y/N tells him.

Changbin gives insult after insult. This is the time when he just wished Y/N didn't just bottle everything up. Changbin notices how Y/N is biting the inside of her/his/their cheek. A habit Y/N does when she/he/they are trying to hold back their/her/his anger.

"Aish, why do you do this? Just hit me!" Changbin impatiently says.

Giving it her/his/their all, Y/N lunges at Changbin and takes a swing at him. Her/His/Their fist makes contact with the right side of her/his/their roommates face. Glad that Y/N is taking the offer, Changbin didn't expect Y/N to hit that hard. Y/N stands back and waits, she/he/they take another swing. This time Changbin dodges it.

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Your POV

I knock Changbin to the ground. A loud thump like noise echoes through the room as his body bounces onto the floor. I stand with my hands on my hips, catching my breath. Suddenly I am on the floor right next to Changbin. Both of us breathing heavily, covered in sweat, definitely in need of a shower.

"Feel better?" Changbin asks, heavily breathing.

I swallow my saliva, "Yeah, thanks," I say, turning my head to him.

"Good," He smiles.

Changbin hisses in pain. I sit up and look at him, my eyes scanning for his injury.

"What? What is it?" I ask, concerned for him.

"Nothing, I didn't realize you could hit that hard," Changbin laughs, sitting up as well.

"Sorry," I apologize.

"It's okay," He tells me.

I take a deep breath, my breathing finally back to normal. Silence swishes over us, as we sit on the floor of the ring. This probably needs to be cleaned. I think, wondering when the last time it was cleaned. The sound of velcro rips through the room. I forgot that I was wearing boxing gloves, I take them off. My hands are free and very gross and sweaty. I feel a hand on my shoulder. I look and see that it's Changbins.

"What is it?" I ask.

Changbin stares at me, taking a breath and smiling.

"You know I'll always be here for you, right?" He says, giving me a look that says 'do you understand?'.

I nod my head, "I know."

"Good, 'cuz I ain't ever leaving," Changbin tells me, his hand moving to the side of my neck.

"I'll be the stink on your feet," He says.

I cringe in disgust, "gross."

Changbin chuckles, "I'll always be here."

Changbin moves are heads together so our foreheads are touching. I can faintly feel his breath on me.

"So will I," I tell him.

A/N: Hello! I hope you enjoyed this one-shot/imagine. If you could vote that'd be greatly appreciated. Alright, have a nice day or night, stay safe and healthy luvs<3

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