The next morning, Seohyun's time was taken up by punching the dummy with too much force as if trying to redeem herself through a packed, fiber-filled bag would give her justice.

"Core?" Yuri suggested. Seohyun dropped her hands and sighed. "He blocked more than you. You couldn't land a punch if you tried."

The familiar sting of her words had gone dull for now. As Seohyun's friend and boxing coach, Yuri was supposed to hype her up when needed and piss her off before she fought. But it took her own thoughts to make them work, and for right now, her thoughts were focused on putting herself together, picking up her pride and melting the pieces back together to see the guy who beat her at her own game yesterday.

"I'll block more today, then," Seohyun responded, thinking it was a quick fix as she threw her hands back up and landed punches so easily on the oh-so-defenseless punching bag.

"You shouldn't have said that," Yuri added, and Seohyun knew that she was referring to training with JungKook today. Her voice came out small and tired and it made Seohyun punch so much harder.

"We all make mistakes, don't we?" She returned with a gruff exhale as she tried put out the hissing crackle of anger in her stomach.

"He thinks you're on a date."

She knew that was a lie. "I don't date. I did not suggest a date. I suggested training. We are training together. He will teach me how to make him wish he was dead, since he beat me up yesterday," Seohyun clarified.

"Well, maybe later, you know, you two could go on a-"

"You're a broken record, Kwon Yuri. You know I only had one guy, and he's gone now, and that is fine by me. Off to go take care of some other girl with tattoos and too much eyeliner because he preferred the unnatural type with a pretty sugar coating! Goddamn it!" Seohyun snarled when she pounded a soft spot into the bag and she couldn't take it anymore. The part that hurt most was the thought ever-presently floating gently in her mind like a feather and softly asking, why was I never good enough to make him stay?

She dabbed the sweat on her forehead and sighed. "It's too early for you to be so sweaty," a familiar voice called out and she gritted her teeth but welcomed the new sound as it was nicer than Yuri's faded insults. There stood JungKook with too bright of a smile on his face and drowsiness still hanging on his eyelashes.

"If we're being honest, it's too early to be awake," his friend called out after him. Yuri seemed to be infatuated, with a heart-striking smile and the way she walked up to him and asked his name, that confident tip of her hips as she walked and the way he already looked conquered when she spoke.

"So, you ready?" JungKook asked with a perked eyebrow. Seohyun nodded. "Sweet. I'll be back," he responded, and it occurred to her that he was still wearing normal clothes, a strap on his shoulder for the bag she assumed to be his boxing things.

It hadn't crossed her mind that she hadn't actually looked him in the eyes until he came out and she was interested in the dark brown irises that faintly reminded her of the moon, because it shone brightly through darkness.

"Did you just bring your friend to take Yuri away?" Seohyun asked. Maybe it was a joke, she wasn't sure. She couldn't quite figure out how to put the playful tone back in her voice, and it's not like it would help anyway. Smiles were cheap nowadays and she never felt the need to spend one on an opponent.

JungKook chuckled. "Seokjin seems to appreciate her and he comes to work out with me anyway. Granted, he would stay at our own place to work out, but I don't know. Yuri is probably his reason to show up here. And you're mine," he stated with a smile as he pointed to her, in that "ar