Suho.. The name everyone is yelling for at his matches. The person everyone admirers due to his ruthlessness and strength, but also due to his cold expression he has in every match. The person..You..Are in love with.. You, a male Ballerina, known for your gracefulness and elegance and also for being gentle..

Today, Suho was having another of his matches. Since your older Sister, as any girl, absolutely loves Suho for his looks and all of that stuff, she decided to drag you along, saying that "You'll absolutely love him", once you saw him. And honestly, you wish that weren't true, because the second you walked into the building where Suho's match was going to be held at and took a seat in the very front row with your sister beside you.. You couldn't help but keep your eyes on him.. His physique.. Those broad shoulders, his biceps and his abs... Gosh were they stunning... But then there is his face... Tho his body is all scratched up and scarred from all his other matches..His face..It was Immaculate .. Not a single scratch. The way he stretched, showing how his muscles flexed and how his hair fell just perfectly into his face.. He was stunning..Breathtaking even..Tho you didn't want to admit it.. You did feel somewhen you saw him.. Those butterflies in your stomach, fluttering in all directions possible while you felt your heart rate pick up a bit.. This was the man, for sure. Not long after, his match started and you just sat there watching. His punches seemed to strike perfectly every time.. And soon enough. HE WON! Everyone in the stadium stood up calling and yelling out his name whole he just seemed to look at all of his fans.. Even you. But as his eyes met yours, they lingered there a few seconds before quickly looking away and grabbing his Towle and water bottle before quickly leaving the ring. As everyone was leaving, your sister walked beside you, ranting about how beautiful Suho was..At the exit, you bumped right into his back with a little yelp. He turned around. "Are you blind" he growled.