Yena POV

I got out of the car with my black gym bag and slammed the door shut behind me, before walking towards the training hall. Armed SSAT agents were surrounding its perimeter to safe guard it while DBSK was not around.

“Hey! You there!” A gruff voice called out.

“Lee Yena” I said shortly. The agent nodded and bowed to me.

I punched in the passcode into the door as the lock gave a soft click. I reached out for the handle and pushed the door inwards.

I trudged my way across the huge empty hall to the far end corner, with rows of red punching bags suspending from the ceiling with metal chains. I ped my gown and let it slipped down onto the floor. I grabbed my blue sports bra and black sweat shorts from my gym bag, before wearing them.

I stuffed the gown into the bag and threw them onto a wooden bench.

I tied up my hair into a ponytail and marched along the line of huge punching bags. I punched each bag to test them out.

Punch. No.

Kick. Nah.

Hit. Nope.

I walked to the next punching bag and gave a hard round house kick. It swung back towards me with force. Brilliant.

 “Why…..” I muttered as I gave the bag a roundhouse kick. Tears had already clouded my eyes, threatening to fall.

“My own good? Tch!” The first drop of tear trickled down my face as I gave a hard punch.

Soon, I was pummeling the bag with streams of kicks, jabs, hooks, crosses, uppercuts. Anger, confusion, shock. I was ripping them all out, bit by bit, pieces by pieces. I could feel my muscles screaming. My hands were throbbing and stinging, but still, I did not stop. Kicks after kicks, punches after punches, I pushed my pain to the very back of my head.

I shook my head, preventing my aching muscles from getting the better of me. I steadied myself for a full roundhouse kick.

“Yena—“ a masculine voice called out.

My leg froze midair and I gasped. I spun around. Good lord.

“Why—“

My knees shuddered and my ankles gave way. I closed my eyes and winced thinking of the pain I would feel if I made contact with the ground. But the pain, it never came. A strong, warm hand grabbed my wrist and spun my round. My face buried into a hard chest. I could hear his heartbeat, fast and uneven. I could hear his breath, heavy and deep, as if he had ran a marathon. I could smell him, sandalwood and sweat. But still, nice.

I looked up and found myself gazing into those dark eyes, drowning in them.

Kai POV

“Kim Jongin, Yena’s friend”I almost growled. I did not even bother to see or hear the response of the guard, before sprinting into the training hall like my life depended on it.

I halted when I saw a familiar figure, beating a punching bag into a pulp.

 I heaved a sigh of relief. At least, she’s here.

I walked towards her. She was concentrating so hard into beating that bag up that she did not even hear me. Sweat glistened on her back and neck, loose strains of her long hair stuck onto her skin.

“Yena—“ I called out.

Her leg froze, inches away from the bag. She turned round. Her eyes puffy and red, stains of tears could still be seen running down her cheeks. My heart winced.

“why—“ Her legs gave way before she could continue with her sentence. Instinctively, I quickly grabbed her tiny wrist and spun her towards me. I steadied her on her two feet and helped her to the bench, I do not risk her falling again over her jelly legs.

“Why what?” I grabbed a bottle of water from her gym bag and handed it to her.

She gulped it down hungrily, like some elixir of life.

“Why are you here? I mean, how did not find me—“

“That—you do not need to know. What is more important is that I had found you” I said. I stretched out my palm before her.

“Huh?” She looked at me, puzzled.