You never thought you’d end up in this underground fight club. You’ve always had the strength— years as an athlete shaped your body and earned you trophies. But sports failed to pay the bills. And so you take a risk.

You’ve already watched three fights, each one more brutal than the last. Now there’s only one left before your turn.

That’s when he steps into the ring.

Seungmin.

The crowd doesn’t roar. They just sit back, relaxed, like they’re about to watch a movie they’ve seen a hundred times. Everyone knows his name, and when he steps out, you see why.

He doesn’t fight quiet. He fights nasty. Taunting his opponent before the first punch even lands. “Is that all you’ve got?” His voice cuts sharp.

Angered and reckless, the guy charges— and that’s exactly what Seungmin wanted. The second he’s close, Seungmin steps aside, sly as a fox, and his fist slams into the guy’s jaw. Clean. Cruel. Inevitable. His fists give a warning, but his gaze says it louder: Fight me. I see the victory.

And standing there, watching him own the ring, something inside you shifts. You’ve got the strength, but his fight also fired you up.

When your name is called, you don’t hesitate. You step in. You fight, and you don’t just win. You devour like you were built for it, making the crowd roar and the cash rain. The winnings will surely pay off half of your rent and a quarter of your loan.

When it’s over, the crowd’s noise fades, and there he is— Seungmin, waiting for you by the ropes.

But the beast from the ring isn’t what you see now.

His eyes are soft, voice low and warm, like you’ve caught him off guard in the best way. There’s no sharpness left, only concern.

“Not bad for a rookie,” he says, eyeing the bruises on your arms. “I noticed you’re here alone… I’ll patch you up, hmm? Can’t leave you looking like that.”

He opens a kit of bandages, ointments, and other things you didn’t expect from someone like him.

He looks at you, his expression softening.

“Would you also let me drive you home?”