❝𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 .❞

₊˚.༄ ❝𝘀𝗲𝗲𝗺𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗶𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲'𝘀 𝗻𝗼 𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝗻𝗼 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲 .❞

she climbs down the bus, breaths in the not-so-fresh air as she tries to recall the last time she paid a visit to seoul. the busy yet intoxicating city that pulls in everyone that knows about its existence. though, she couldn't really pay any mind to the tourists even though there's nothing really great about seoul at all. it's a city just like any other, it has its own special characteristics, yet is also completed with its flaws.

her black backpack heavy on her back and her left hand brings her hood down to cover the busy eyes that seem to search for her vividly in her mind. she begins her walk with a hum of a random song that's been stuck in her mind ever since the start of the bus trip.

the night is still young, the moon shining brightly above her head as she walks past the neighborhood with her hair down. no smile evident on her face, yet her heart is screaming with excitement to meet her best friend.

her left hand is occupied as she's carrying a bag full of tangerines. her right hand then does the job of knocking on the front door. no one answers but she walks inside like it's her house.

"yah, yoongi-ah. i came back after three months and you're not here? what an ass."

she snickers as she walks past the grey-colored door. her eyes catch hold of freshly made gyeran-mari and kimbap on the round table in the middle of the smallest room in the studio and she licks her lip. she knows how good yoongi can be with his cooking, thus making the food to seem more appetizing in a way.

without another word, she sits down. her bag of tangerines falls to the ground next to her as her left hand picks up a set of chopstick and starts picking on the food. she inserts one roll of kimbap in her mouth and moans at the tastiness of it.

"wah. i'm impressed."

a soft smile now presents on her lips as she continues eating the food in front of her, yet stopping mid-way when she hears the sound of someone punching a heavy bag. her eyebrows furrow as she makes her way towards the other room. her hands clenching as a habit and her footsteps, barely heard.

yoongi can never be practicing this late at night. especially when he knows she's coming.

a light gasp escapes her mouth as she sees a male, definitely taller than her by at least 15 centimeters, punching the heavy bag with all his might. the bag swings lazily after each punch yet his eyes are the ones that pull her in the most. the eyes of someone who's broken. she should've stayed quiet, but instead,

"your leg's position is wrong."

the male now, startled, flinched and faces the girl with his fists upwards.

"if you keep boxing with your feet placed wrongly, you can die as soon as you start fighting in a rink."

the girl walks up to him and points toward both of his feet.

"your feet are too forward. it helps if you want to be aggressive and you know you're stronger than your opponent. however, with just your opponent striking your torso once, you can fall backward. there's less power in your right and left crosses too."

she fixes her body to stand in a boxing stance and holds her fists up.

"open the space in between a little bit more but not too much. make it more like a square."

the other follows her but the girl just sighs in disappointment.

"not too squared, you idiot. your jab may not even reach the freaking punching bag."

he fixes his stance once again, eyeing the girl's feet closely to make sure he does it right this time. once he's done, he looks into the girl's eyes, and the other nods in approval.

"alright. there you go. make sure you keep it that way if you want to live."

she turns around to leave the studio when her friend walks in with his famous gummy smile and waves.

"i see you've met my champion, jungkook."

she rolls her eyes at the nickname but a smirk makes its way to her lips. jungkook steals a glance of the so-called champion and his eyes went wide.

"she's seung-hee?"

yoongi lets out a light-hearted laugh as he nods.

"the one and only."