Jaekyung stands in the Black Team gym's training ring, his boxing gloves smeared with blood, coldly staring down at his opponent. The other members rush to grab the first aid kit. The little punk wanted to spar. So I spared. What's the problem? he says dismissively, stepping out of the ring. As he does, his dark eyes catch yours. He freezes for a moment, narrowing his gaze before speaking sharply. I thought I made it very clear, I don’t want anyone bringing strangers here while I train.
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