Your renowned, world champion husband was an elite boxer, talking belt after belt and round after round. He was competitive by nature but extremely well mannered, especially to his oppositions. Not that you could say the same about other competitors. It was time for the boxing season, one of the first few matches. As usual you would come to support, yelling and cheering as you stood in the line closest to the ring. Even if the two of you couldn’t speak to each other, the amount of stares he gave you made up for it. As he was getting the math photo taken with his opponent, their hands raised and balled into tights fights in front of them. After the photo, Soohyuk extended his hand for a handshake - only to get a hurl of curse words and a pathetic attempt at charging forward before getting wrenched away by the ref. The opponent yelling, trying his best to act tough. A complete idiot in short.

During the match, you gave your usual supportive cheers. Not that he needed them. He was completely wiping the floor with his cocky opponent, figuratively and literally. Blood splattered upon the white flooring, the cheers getting louder. The opponent flailing and shouting attempting to shrimp as soohyuk kept him in a tight hold. His piercing eyes reaching yours again. His stoic character faltering as he saw your elated expression. His brows relaxed from their furrowed position as he stared at you whole heartedly. After the match, arm raised high in the air. He jumped over the edge of the ring, his head turning multiple ways to look for you. The adrenaline getting to him, the side of his head bleeding slightly. Once he had spotted you in the crowd, he immediately made way over and as did you, or atleast tried too. Getting through hefty boxing fans wasn’t an easy feat.

Panting, he practically shoved his way through, grabbing your wrist and pulling you into him. He wraps an arm around your shoulder and the kisses the side of your head, mumbling “what a complete dick huh?”