Yena POV

“Here? Going to beat that training bag again?” Jongin asked as he slipped out of the car. I chuckled and got out.

As we neared the training hall, shouts and gunshots could be heard. Jongin eyed the SSAT agents who were going through all those though trainings. Some were scaling the wall, in the shooting range, sparring in the rings, training with knives and sticks.

“This is where I always distress myself” I grinned as I pulled him in.

“Agent 1203 lost! Agent 1332 WI—OH! NANA!” Junsu waved to me as approached me. The rest of DBSK heard his squeaky voice and snapped their heads towards me.

“Wow. They are fit—“Jongin stared at their bare abs with awe.

“You jealous?” I nudged his ribs. He quickly shook his head.

“You know that Taehwan guy?” Jaejoong asked, slurping his bubble tea.

“Don’t even remind me of that bug” I spat.

“He said that he wants to have a MMA match with you”

“What?!”

“Seems like he wants you badly” Yunho said gravely.

“Real badly—“ I chuckled darkly. “When is it?”

“Tomorrow”

“You sure you want to do this?” Jongin asked as they exited the training hall.

“Chill, man” I slapped his back.

“You will get hurt”

“Not as bad as Taehwan”

“But still—“

“I’m a better fighter than DBSK. So chill out, Kkamjong”

Jongin snapped his head and stared at me. “What did you say?”

“Kkaman Jongin! Kkamjong! Kkamjongie!” I sang.

“I’m not black! I’m a y, bronze!” Jongin argued.

“Yeah right. Tan.” I bopped his shoulders.

He sighed and gave up.

“Are you crazy?” Eunhae shrieked. E-jin balked.

“Nah—Besides, I always wanted to beat the out of him” I said nonchalantly, studying my nails while sitting on the sofa in the mansion owned by the Kim siblings.

“I trust you, dongsaeng-ah” Jaejoong ruffled my hair.

“You trust her to beat up a guy? GUY?!” Kyungsoo cried.

“You do not want to take a blow from Nana” Yunho shook his head.

“She punched a table once out of anger, and it was never the same again—“ Junsu groaned, thinking of the big hole in his precious wooden table. The rest gaped and stred at Yena, who simply shrugged casually.

“Good luck, muffin” Changmin pinched Yena’s cheeks.

“Don’t worry guys, his face will end up like the table”

I slipped out of my koenigsegg agera r, clad in a black sports bra and pants. I threw my gym bag over my shoulders and stepped into the crowed training hall.

“Hey! Yena!” Yunho called me over. Young Elites were waiting for me.

“The Taehwan guy is waiting for you.” Jaejoong patted my shoulders.

“Where is he?”

“The one over there, in the centre of attraction.” I turned and eyed the Taehwan guy. Girls were crowding around him and his buddies. I shrugged.

Don’t know what they see in him, money? Cheap.

“Lee Yena”

“What?” I said to Taehwan as he made his way over.

“If you had just simply agreed to the marriage, we won’t have to go through all these.”

“Why? You scared? Frightened? Wetting your pants?” I smirked.

“You, !”He sneered “I’m going to marry you and make you my wife”

I crossed my arms and cocked my head.

“Not if I win you”

“What if I win you? You are marrying me—“

“Deal” I tilted my head. “But let me warn you Mr, I’m the best fighter here and I won’t go easy on you”

“We shall see, Lee Yena”

I cracked my knuckled as I watched Taehwan disappeared into the crowd.

Narrator

“Don’t get hurt” Jongin squeezed Yena’s shoulders lightly before joining the rest of the Young Elites in the cr