http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XwCAO_jOU0c

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Jungah entered the empty, dark room.

Zico all the lights.

Jungah lifted her head and looked around the boxing studio. It was exactly as she remembered it.

Punching bags. Boxing ring. Weight lifting machines. Ceiling to floor mirrors.

It was a typical boxing studio. Yet, it held special memories for her.

It was the place where she had first fallen in love with Zico, and it was where she had changed into the strong, independent Jungah today.

However, at that moment, she didn’t feel strong at all. She felt like the weakest, most cowardly person on the face of the earth. She needed to be here to remind herself who she was and get back on her feet to be able to protect the two most important men in her life.

“Wow…” Zico roamed around the studio. He rolled his head around as his eyes inspected the studio. “I can’t believe this is still standing. I thought it would have perished long time ago.” Zico lightly punched a red punching bag, and it swung on impact. “How long has it been since we came here? Five years?”

*Seven years.* Jungah remembered. *It’s been that long since I fell in love with Zico. But now, I’m in love with Kris. Back then, it would have been unimaginable to have fallen for someone else.* Her hand glided across the rope of boxing ring. She walked around it and traipsed towards Zico. With an impish grin, he stood behind the punching bag.

Zico grabbed onto it firmly and peeked at her from behind. “Come on, Jungah. Let’s see what you got! Did you get stronger since you were in middle school?”

Jungah rolled her eyes. “Isn’t that obvious? I’m older, which means I’m stronger.”

“Prove it.” Zico dared. Her face fell. “What?”

“Prove it. Prove it that you’re stronger.” He winked.

Her eyes dropped onto the floor as she swallowed hard.

“Prove it. Prove to me that I’m the only man in your life.” Kris’s words came to haunt her.

She shut her eyes and gritted her teeth at the memory.

“Come on, Jungah. I know you can do it~ Show me what you got!” Zico good-naturedly taunted.

Jungah’s eyes flashed open. Her eyes narrowed in determination. *I’ll prove it. I’ll prove it to you that I’m strong. I’m strong enough to beat this obstacle. I’m strong enough to protect you. I’m strong enough to love Kris.* Jungah squeezed her fist together. Her sharp knuckles pointed out from underneath her pale skin. With a deep breath, she punched the bag hard.

“Eh, not bad.” Zico shrugged and gripped onto the bag, “Come on. Do it harder.”

Jungah punched the bag again. “Harder.” He commanded.

Jungah was running out of breath as she continuously punched the bag.

“Put everything into your punch, Jungah. Remember what I taught you. You can do it. Be stronger.” Zico urged.

Jungah mustered all her strength into her petite, sharp fist. With a feral yell, she punched the bag with all her might, causing Zico to lose his balance and stumble back a bit. He blinked at her in surprise then brightly smiled, “Wow. You really did get stronger. Good job!” He held out his hand. Her shoulders moved up and down in shallow breaths as she meekly slapped him a hi-five. “I’m proud of you, Jungie Jungie.” Zico touched her head with a wink. “Now, let’s go.”

Jungah grabbed his arm as he walked by. “Not yet. I’m not ready to go yet.”

Zico tilted his head and gave her a puzzled look. Her eyes fixated on the boxing ring. “Let’s have a match.”

“A match?” He asked quizzically.

Five minutes later, they were standing on the boxing ring with boxing gloves over their hands. Zico thumped his blue gloves together playfully. He swiped the air two times with deft then smirked at her as he bounced up and down, “You ready to go, Jungah? I won’t go easy on you just because you’re precious to me.”

“I’m expecting you not to go easy on me.” She murmured. Before he could ask what she meant, Jungah swung her fist towards him.

Zico ducked just in time and backed away. “Oh, man. You weren’t kidding, were you?”

“Come on, Zico. Hit me.” Jungah meant every word.

Zico still took the matter playfully. “Oh, girl, you do not want that. Trust me. You’ll end up in the hospital with a broken neck.” He chuckled. Zico lightly bumped her chin with his glove. “Pa! Take that! And that!” He pretended to punch her in the stomach.

Jungah whacked him in the head.

“OWOWOW! I SEE STARS!” Zico pretended to sway side to side.

“I’m serious, Zico! Hit me!” Jungah screamed. He stopped acting, and straightened up with a blatant stare. “Jungah…”

Jungah glowered at him as she squeezed her fists inside the red gloves. “This isn’t a game. Pretend your life is at stake.” *Although it’s not just pretend anymore.* “Fight me.” Jungah ordered. His expression softened, “Jungah, what’s going on?”

“I won’t go easy on you