Description: boxer!dowoon AU

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Stepping into the huge warehouse, Dowoon took in time to absorb his surroundings. Fighting equipment of all sorts filled the entire place. To his immediate right and left, sandbags lined the entire area and every sandbag was occupied by someone that was currently punching each punching bag left, right, front centre. In left corner by the back, there was a huge area for hand to hand sparring. Grunts of frustration and pain can be heard from that area as people got thrown around like rag dolls. In the right corner by the back, there was an area cordoned off for martial arts training. People can been seen jumping around holding sticks and dressed in traditional martial arts combat attire. Right in the centre, there was a large boxing circle. Currently there were 3 males and 1 female getting ready to enter the ring; what the female was doing there remained a mystery to Dowoon. Boxing was definitely separated by gender and weight class. She was easily 2 to 3 times lighter than them.

Good luck fighting them, I hope she’s doesn’t pass out.

Just as the fight was about to begin, Dowoon was called away by someone.

 “I’m assuming you’re Dowoon.” A middle-aged man with a bald shaven head stuck out his hand which Dowoon took. He gave a very strong and firm handshake and Dowoon knew right there and then that he was someone that should not be messed with.

“Yes sir, I’m Yoon Dowoon.”

“Good to finally see you; heard a lot about you and your achievements. Runner up in light weight boxing, black belt in all forms of martial arts and the list goes on. All you’re missing is being World Champion in light weight boxing.”

“Yes, that’s why I’m here to train.”

 “Let’s put you to the test then. See that lady in the ring? You’ll be fighting her later.”

“I don’t fight girls.”

“She’s no ordinary girl, believe me.  Watch and see for yourself.”

Turning his attention to the boxing ring, Dowoon began to focus his attention on you. He watched at first to figure out your fighting style but eventually gave up because you didn’t stick to one – what he saw was a mixture of tactics, making it nearly impossible for him to predict your next move. You were fast and sparing with your energy – you successfully avoided all their punches and you took down all of them easily by targeting vital points that brought the most pain to them.  At the end of it, you were the last one standing victorious as the other 3 lay groaning in pain around you. You locked eyes with Dowoon and he would be lying if he said he wasn’t intimidated by you. You were the exact definition of ‘looks could kill’.

“Her name is Y/N. Best fighter I ever had.”

“She’s really good I admit but how come I’ve never seen her at championships before?”

“She doesn’t want to fight competitively – she trains out of passion and she prefers to coach instead. All my medallists have been under her wing before.”

“I can see why.”

“Come with me.” The man then guided Dowoon towards the ring before asking him to get ready.

“We’ll decide how your training should proceed after fighting her. Good luck.”

“Thanks, I probably need it.”

Bouncing lightly on his feet to get the blood flowing in his limbs, Dowoon watched as you sized him up and immediately felt that small fire of anger burning in him.

“Any last words from the competitors?”

“I never thought I’d be seeing the legendary Yoon Dowoon here. Don’t go easy on me.”

“Sure thing Y/N.”

The whistle beeped and Dowoon wasted no time in attempting to land the first punch, which was his first mistake. Leaning towards the left, you easily dodged his punch and instead ducked low to land a strong one on his stomach. It was so strong that it knocked the wind out of him but thank goodness he wasn’t knocked to the ground. You were still poised and ready to attack. Charging forward with fury, Dowoon tricked you into thinking that he was aiming for your stomach so when you stooped low once again, he rose to land a hard punch on your right shoulder. You could feel the pain and you were sure that it would leave a nasty bruise later on. You staggered forward but even the immense pain could not stop your drive to destroy him. He had broken your clean record of not having let someone ever landing a punch on you – and you were going to kill him for that. Whipping around, you stuck your leg out to trip him and he landed face first with a loud thud on the floor. Taking advantage of his open position, you used your leg to immobilise his lower body before using your body weight to pin his upper body to the ground before holding him in the chokehold. After 5 seconds, you were announced the winner without a doubt. Dowoon was still coughing and massaging his throat after your strong chokehold; he was also in utter disbelief at your strength and skill – never has he ever, been defeated by a female, and so badly at that. All he managed to get was one punch in when usually he’ll be leaving his opponents completely crumpled and defeated. But out the corner of his eye,