Once again, during the fight, Jaekyung won the way he used to. He was the best and there was no doubt about it.

The fighter looked at his opponent, whom he had already defeated, and spat, breathing heavily.

Lately, he had been spending so much time training that the man had no time for himself. But fate was preparing many other things for him.

Jaekyung turned his head to the side, placing his fingers on his side. His gaze stopped on the girl who was sitting in the front rows and frowned. No one was waiting for her here, but it was the fighter who drew attention to her.

"Bitch," the man cursed softly, snorting. And how long has it been possible to observe this picture? She appeared before his eyes every time. "And what is she doing here? Again."

After the announcement of the results of the fight, Jaekyung went to the locker room, throwing a towel over his head. He needed to interrupt this terrible stream of thoughts. And taking the phone, the man wrote a message. "If you really need to talk, come into the locker room."