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~No one's POV~

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Y/N tapped her foot on the floor as they were waiting for everyone else to come to the training room. Sunghoon, Jimin, Jungkook, Hoseok, and Yoongi were already here, and Maria and the Kim brothers were on the way.

"This place is a castle how far is it from my room till here?" Maria whines as she enters the room with a handful of mats and towels.

"Not my fault if you can't walk in the heels, babygirl." Y/N smiled at the girl as she scowled back reflexively.

"That's none of your business." Maria scrunched her nose.

"You are my business." Y/N rolled her eyes.

Amidst their bickering, the three brothers had arrived at the training room. Jin, Namjoon, and Taehyung were dressed in loose but comfortable clothes just like Jungkook had told them.

"Hyung...this is just like our training room back then," Taehyung spun around in his place to take up the whole room.

"It is," Jin replied, equally surprised.

Namjoon, however, kept his eyes down, not wanting to see the weapons.

Y/N noticed it and tilted her head a little, catching his gaze.

Namjoon immediately looked away and it brought a smirk to Y/N's face.

"Okay everyone, let's get to the task," Yoongi clapped his hands to get everyone's attention. "We all know that the attackers might be lurking around and plotting one thing or the other. So for that, we need to make sure we have the proper training to defend ourselves. Basic self-defense to make sure you don't die."

Everyone nodded solemnly.

"First, we will do some stretching and warm-ups and then move to the main training. Gather around in the center. Jungkook and I will be your trainers from now."

Maria and the brothers slid into positions and Y/N stood on the sidelines assessing everyone.

"Hobi Oppa, You can go now I will keep a check here," Y/N suggested.

"Are you sure? I can stay here I don't mind, you must have something to do-"

"No. I want to watch it. You can go."

Hoseok blinked, confused as to why she wanted to be here, but still went away anyways. He can find something more about the attackers in this time frame.

Y/N stood at the back, watching everyone.

As they were stretching, Namjoon accidentally made eye contact with Y/N, again.

And he tripped.

Jin and Taehyung who were on either side rushed to get him on his feet, while Y/N just chuckled in the back.

Jungkook raised an eyebrow toward Y/N asking what happened, to which she shook her head saying nothing.

The warm-ups continued and Y/N made sure to glance at Namjoon from time to time, which resulted in him either looking away or hiding his face during whatever exercise they did.

"Okay, so now let us start the basic. First, punches." Yoongi and Jungkook showed how to attack, dodge and defend against punches with a good posture and a tight fist.

"You should team up and continue practicing. Jin and Taehyung, Maria and Namjoon. Go ahead." Jungkook told everyone and they did so.

Y/N's eyes followed Namjoon as he got into position.

His posture was wrong. His feet were too close. And the one punch he tried to give was dodged by Maria with minimal effort. And then she punched him back with enough power that he stumbled backwards.

Y/N sighed.

Sure, he was not doing well but he had to use his physique in a good way. What's the use of a buff body if you can't handle a punch from someone three inches smaller than you?

"Keep the right posture Namjoon. Feet shoulder apart, legs slightly bent, elbows tucked in. And for fuck's sake stop winding your arms you are not playing baseball." Y/N stands straight from her place, visibly annoyed.

"Maria, go with Jungkook. And you, come here," Y/N gestured with her fingers to call Namjoon to the center.

Jin and Taehyung watched from the side, debating on whether to intervene or not. But Namjoon did as asked, and stood in front of Y/N in the centre.

"Punch me." Y/N orders.

"Punch...you?" Namjoon repeated, absolutely terrified.

"I said punch me. Do it." Y/N repeats.

"Are you sure?" Namjoon gulps.

He won't risk attacking Y/N if there was even a slight chance she would shoot him dead for even trying.

"I'm here to train you. If you can punch me you can punch anyone." Y/N asked again.

Y/N noticed his fear. "Imagine it's not me. And punch me." She suggested.

Namjoon looked around, catching Jin's eye. The elder smiled slightly with a nod, and Namjoon looked back to Y/N.

No, not Y/N, it was the man who had tied his mother's hands.

He was there, laughing terribly at his screams.

Namjoon's whole body filled with anger, top to bottom. His hands fisted themselves into tight fists, and he took a stance.

Just like Y/N told him to, feet planted shoulder apart, legs slightly bent, elbows tucked in, and sent a punch using all of his energy.

And was promptly blocked by Y/N's hand.

"Good one. This was better. But keep your hands a little bit lower," Y/N pulled his hand down, "You do not alarm the opponent of your attack. And look into my eyes while punching. My eyes will tell you where I would block and where I would attack."

Namjoon tried a few more times, Y/N correcting his mistakes until he could land a good punch effective enough to fumble the opponent.

"Good. Now block when I punch you." Y/N said as she brought her arm back, aiming for a punch, slower for his sake.

Namjoon blocked it with his forearm, but too fast, his hand hit her fist and he winced slightly.

"Too eager. Focus. Your weight is resting on your legs, you'll fall over at this rate. Rest your weight on your heels. Plant yourself in place, be ready to move."

Namjoon leaned back slightly, relaxing his posture a bit. This training was making his posture improve and was reminding him of his training in many more ways than he wanted.

"Keep your head out of the way. We need to defend the whole body."

Namjoon tries to block another punch but Y/N grabs his fist in her hand and pulls him forward.

"Never let them grab your hand. They will control you. Like this," Y/N swung his arms around like a child, pushing him back and again pulling him forward.

"Ready?" Y/N asks, arms ready for a punch.

"Ready." Namjoon answers.

Y/N swings.

Namjoon's hand bends at a full ninety-degree angle that slams into her forearm hard enough to stop the punch. His head shifted out of the vicinity, and his feet were still planted on the ground.

Y/N raised her eyebrows, amused.

She swung another punch.

Namjoon grabbed her hand mid-air, this action catching her off-balance. Namjoon took advantage of her surprise and twists her arm, to which Y/N quickly recovers and rolls away from under.

Namjoon's hold didn't falter and Y/N aims for another punch.

He ducked and yanked the arm forward, causing Y/N to almost fall faceward onto the ground. Y/N turned around just in time, stood up straight, and got into a stance and Namjoon did the same.

"You're doing great, let's have a test," Y/N said as she swung her arms into a repetitive series of attacking punches to which Namjoon blocked each one.

They attacked in a blur of hands, dodging and attacking each other with no mercy.

Y/N's arm flew out to land a punch on his face but stopped inches away.

"Good progress. See you next time with kicks," Y/N lightly tapped his cheek and backed away slowly with a smirk.

Namjoon stood there still in his position to block the punch when Y/N threw a towel in his face.

"Clean up everyone. We will meet tomorrow."

Y/N walked out of the room, leaving Yoongi and Jungkook confused as to why she volunteered to train in the first place.

On the other hand, Jin and Taehyug were also confused as to why Y/N was even agreeing to train them if this was actually a plan they had all along.

Amidst this, Maria was giggling slightly at her accomplishment of learning a punch.

Whatever happened, at least everyone was able to defend themselves.

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