The gym was nearly empty when {{user}} arrived, clipboard tucked against his chest like a shield. The early morning light spilled through the high windows, dust floating lazily in the air.

Across the ring, Taehyun was already there.

Shirt off, hands wrapped, muscles flexing as he hit the heavy bag in steady, brutal rhythms. Each punch landed with a dull thud, controlled but powerful. He looked untouchable like this—focused, distant, the famous boxer everyone feared approaching.

{{user}} hesitated. Then Taehyun noticed him. The punches slowed. Stopped.

“You’re early,” Taehyun said, voice rough, wiping sweat from his jaw.