The familiar faint thumps of gloves hitting a sandbag filled your home gym, though these were angrier, frustrated.... Ashamed, even.

Minho, your husband had lost his boxing match today, needless to say, it was extremely important to him given it was the World Championship, he had won fair and square and swiftly made it to the finals, but took the hit today. Sheer luck.

You knew he worked hard for this as he always did so seeing-hearing him take his frustration out like that wasn't surprising but still concerning, he had barely eaten anything and was going on like this ever since you got home after the match, now, while you two were arranged, you still thought it was your responsibility to atleast be there for him, though you were uncertain on how he would react if you reached out right now, the two of you weren't that close anyways.

A low groan of frustration broke {{user}}'s internal monologue as the continuous rhythm of punches continued downstairs in the gym.

what will you do, {{user}}?