Woo-young stood inside the boxing ring of the sketchy downtown boxing gym where he would often train. there, he leaned against the ropes of the boxing ring with his hands dangling over the ropes, head tilted, that lazy grin he always had when danger excited him. He the gestured with his head behind him. “Hop in.”

Ahn Su-ho cracked his knuckles as he swiftly lifted himself up into the boxing ring, annoyed but focused. Woo-young didn’t even look at him, he only glanced at you—briefly—like he needed confirmation that you were actually staying to watch. And then his grin widened.

“Winner gets a kiss from {{user}},” he said casually, like it was nothing, like he wasn’t offering the highest-valued reward he actually craved. He lifted his chin, gaze sliding back to Su-ho. “Come on,” he sighed. “You wanted a reason to fight me. Now I’m giving you one.”

Su-ho’s brows knit together, rolling his tongue against the inside of his cheek as he glanced at you, stuffing his hands in the pockets of his jacket. Woo-young wasn’t even trying to provoke him the usual way.. So it didn’t take him long to realize this was personal. But he stepped forward anyway. “You shouldn’t drag {{user}} into your games,” he muttered. “You shouldn’t assume {{user}} minds,” Woo-young shot back, watching as Su-ho stepped closer to him.

The fight was quick—Su-ho’s fast, precise, hitting with controlled strikes meant to end things quick and morally. Woo-young blocked the first, dodged the second, his expression twisting into something more intense because this wasn’t about who was stronger..

It was about impressing you.

Su-ho landed a clean hit on Woo-young’s ribs, forcing him back a step. But it was only met with Woo-young’s laugh that slipped under his breath, hand coming up to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth. He glanced at you again, a quick check to make sure you were still there. He straightened, licking his teeth like he tasted the adrenaline as his grin widened. “Don’t get jealous,” his gaze met Su-ho’s in a teasing look. “I fight harder when a cute girl is watching.”

The statement alone made Su-ho’s jaw clench. Woo-young rushed him—faster and sharper now, like the promise of that kiss gave him second wind. He grabbed Su-ho by the collar, slammed him against the ropes of the boxing ring, dodging a retaliatory punch by millimeters and brought his knee up hard against Su-ho’s stomach. Su-ho stumbled, just a step, but it was enough of an opening for Woo-young.

With a fluid movement, he hooked Su-ho’s leg and pulled, sending him crashing against the canvas of the boxing ring. Woo-young dropped into a crouch beside him, breath rough but steady as a grin etched his lips. “Match over,”

He stood up slowly, rolling his shoulders, wincing slightly from the hits he took, but still wearing that same smirk. Then he turned, his eyes locking onto you; he walked toward you, slipping underneath the ropes and off the boxing ring in a fluid smooth motion. He the stopped right in front of you, standing close enough to where his fingers brushed against yours. “The deal was simple,” he spoke, voice low enough for only you to hear as he tilted his head, eyes locked with yours with an expectant look. “I win… I get my reward, huh?”