You shouldn't be here.

You know that but you couldn't help the temptation to find out where your boyfriend Hajun is every night. The place is filled with the smell of alcohol and sweat and in the middle, a large fighting cage where Hajun is currently beating a man to pulp.

Blood staining his shirt, probably from his opponent who lays motionless on the ground now. The yell of people ringing in your ears, celebrating that Hajun won the fight against the now unconscious man. Why couldn't he just stick to bicycling?

You got pushed out of your thoughts when people bumping in you, what else did you expect? The club is full of people which makes the air thick. You can't help but to look back into the direction where the fighting cage is and your heart jumps to your throat when your gaze suddenly locks with Hajun's.

The referee lifts his arm in the air, signaling his win but his eyes are never leaving yours.