Taeyeon is an MMA Fighter.

"Your girlfriend is an ." The fork scratches against the ceramic plate, covering the girl's subtle grumble.

"Yeah, I guess so." Tiffany snickers. "But she's my -- wait, that sounds so wrong."

Jessica scoffs, placing her palm in front of her lips. "I can't believe she called me a two minutes after we met each other."

"You farted on her ing cat, Jessica."

"Her cat farted first."

"That doesn't ing co--why are we arguing about this?"

"Cause your girlfriend is an ." 

The younger woman sighed, pushing away the last cherry tomato on her plate before ultimately deciding she was done. "She has to be. Acting nice and kind isn't really a trait attached to fighters, you know."

"Your girlfriend isn't exactly a pushover." Jessica sighs, rummaging through her purse. "I guess I was just disappointed. She's the first celebrity that I've ever met. I was hoping she'd look past my fangirl position because I'm your best friend."

"You know she was just joking." The two slip out of their seats, carefully arranging their scarves around their face, their chrome sunglasses hiding the nervous expressions behind them. Tiffany wore her favorite black and green hat, shoving most of her hair out of the way to equip it. 

Ever since Tiffany started dating Kim Taeyeon, the media had started showing interest in what was just another normal woman working as a nurse. Taeyeon had tried to keep their relationship private, but being the Champion of the Flyweight title brought along fame and publicity. The nurse didn't really mind the attention, but there were extremes in which the media had gone so far, even as to following her into the restroom.

Despite Jessica's snarky and unimpressed first encounter with Taeyeon, Tiffany owed it all to her best friend for getting them together in the first place. The Jung family's strength and property were their ownership over gyms. They owned quite a few, private gyms that higher athletes and fighters crowded around -- Taeyeon being one of them. 

On her days off, Tiffany would graciously accept Jessica's offer of a free membership in one of their select gyms. Being a nurse, the woman not only had to deal with her patient's health, but her's as well. There just so happened to be a day when Tiffany wasn't feeling particularly nice. Instead of opting out to run on the threadmill as she usually did, she tried her luck against one of the sandbags in the corner of the room.

Granted, she had no formal training, nor had she ever really pulled a good punch in her entire life, but she was pissed. The head nurse position she had worked long and hard for was given away to her lesser coworker, whom Tiffany was certain had simply bribed for the position.

Her small hands continued a weak barrage of punches on the same spot where Tiffany visualized and imagined her coworker's face. During the occasional times that the sandbag moved too far away, she would wait, watching the black and red bag swing back to it's original situation.

She could feel gazes watching her across the room, maybe even some chuckles. The nurse rolled her eyes, hating the elitist and judging atmosphere that the gym had. "Hey girlie. You trying to give a massage with those fists, or what?" One of them joked, a tall, hunky bald piece of . Tiffany did her best to ignore them, but she hated how her earphones would get in the way when she would try to punch. 

Her teeth were clenched hard, her back was drenched in sweat, the pink shirt latching onto her body. 

The male voices started to get louder and more irritating, in exchange, Tiffany's punches faltered into an array of unpredictable swings. She was getting tired of them physically, and mentally.

Just as the male fighter's opened to undoubtedly shoot another insult, a stronger, more irritated voice covered Tiffany's head.

"Shut the up, Marduk. You bald, smelly, donkey." The nurse choked on her air, a result of trying to laugh and gasp at the same time. The voice belonged to the girl standing beside her. 

The woman's eyes were intense, her eyebrows furrowed. Her silver hair was held up in a tight, tall ponytail, her slim, but muscular arms pulsating with power. She was dressed in tight, short sports attire. The woman wrinkled her nose, continuously wrapping bandage around her knuckles.

"Ah, the silver haired monster is back." Marduk, the tall man who had been ridiculing Tiffany responded, "Congrats on your defending your title, though it won't be long, you know."

"My hair is brighter than your god damn bald head." She hissed. ", I bet my has more hair than your head."

His smug grin evolved into a frown, he stepped forward from his group. He had to be at least 6 feet tall. "You watch your mouth. I don't care who you are."

"Likewise dickbag." The girl growls. "Now why don't you piss off and stop bothering girls beyond your league?"

The sun shining in the window behind him made his body illuminate a scary, deathly glow. Tiffany made a mental note of the pepper spray in her bag, making quick glances at the situation. Finally, the man simply shrugged, packed his things up, and left. It seemed he had been bothering most of the fighters walking around due to the heavy sighs of relief and satisfaction after he disappeared. The gym was finally energetic and positive.

During the brief calming moments of bliss, Tiffany finally relaxed. She hadn't noticed how much her knuckles rattled with numbness until she stopped punching. She rubbed her pale palms and winced, then she looked up.

The monster was still looking at her but she felt no fear. Her eyes trailed up and down, scanning a little too much.

"You're looking at me like I'm food, or something." The nurse said with an awkward smile. 

The fighter laughed. "Well, you do look delicious."

"Haha, well, hey, thanks for that back there." Tiffany slightly bows. "He was starting to replace the anger I came here with in the first place."

"Don't mind him. He's like that to everyone. The whole 'I'm-A-Champion' thing gets to his head, it's annoying too. Sometimes he just stands there by the window and shows off. I hate those."

"Me too." They take a quick break, wiping their faces with towels and drinking water. "My name's Tiffany."

She clicks her tongue, giving a soft smile. "Taeyeon. It's nice to meet you. I don't think I've seen you here before."

"Not exactly a regular." 

"I could tell by your punches." She laughs. "No offense, but they were lousy. Let me guess, you're just starting out, aren't you?"

"Uh..not really..I'm just here cause I'm pissed off. Just felt like blowing off some steam. Didn't think I'd just get even more pissed off though." Tiffany winced again, watching a tiny bit of her skin peeling from the top of her knuckles. 

"You okay?" Taeyeon reached out, gently hovering her fingers above the nurse's palm. "I'm glad you're doing a healthy way of blowing off steam, but don't hurt yourself in the process."

"I'll be fine, I suppose I got careless."

"You should get that checked up, it's starting to bruise up."

"That won't be a problem." She nods. "I guess I should clarify that I'm Nurse Tiffany." A soft chuckle escapes her lips. Taeyeon smiles, enjoying their natural conversation. "That's nice. I appreciate that. Though I suppose it's a little ironic you're in a gym watching people hurt each other."

"If they're anything like that Marduk guy, I wouldn't mind watching his face get beat up." The two laugh, a beautiful melody mixing together. There was an instant connection between them, and soon, they got close without any hints of awkwardness. 

"You busy?" Taeyeon asks, finishing her bandages. "I don't mind teaching you the basics if you want."

"That would be great."

"Alright, first off." She lifts an eyebrow, the edge of her lips curling up. "Your attire is a problem. Well, don't get me wrong, you look great. But I don't recommend wearing a cotton t-shirt for a work-out."

The two sat down together, Taeyeon doing most of the talking as Tiffany simply followed along. She threw a couple basic facts out there to help the girl out. "I recommend wearing performance fabrics, such as polyester. They're designed to draw sweat away from the body and move it to the outer surface. The