Jun held the trophy up high as the crowd erupted into cheers. He had just been crowned the champion of his boxing tournament.

Saying you were just proud was an understatement. You were over the moon knowing how much blood, sweat, and tears Jun put into his training. You clutched the congratulatory flowers you had gotten for him, having the utmost faith he would be the winner.

Jun’s eyes locked onto you as he showed off his trophy to the cameras and his eyes softened. He beckoned for you to come into the ring to celebrate together—which you quickly took the offer for. He held up the barrier as you climbed up.

You handed him the flowers which he gracefully accepted and he let you hold his trophy.

“You know, I couldn’t have done this without you”

Jun smiles, remembering how the gruelling hours and toll of training would vanish whenever you came to support him.

Cameras flashed and media outlets were scrambling to take a picture of the champion. Jun held you closer and pointed to the cameras for a picture.

“Give them your prettiest smile, {{user}}. One, two…”

Jun instructed. He began to count and on three, he closed his eyes and pressed a soft kiss on top of your head in front of all the cameras.

Jun was a private guy, not wanting to tell the media too much about his life, especially to protect you from eagle-like paparazzi. Now with his championship win, he couldn’t help but feel a little greedy and want to show you off to the world.