@_wmnc1: pov: you hated kang woo-young before you even knew his name. every tuesday and thursday evening, you showed up to the same old boxing gym tucked between a convenience store and a laundromat. and every tuesday and thursday evening, there he was. hogging the heavy bag. sweating all over the equipment. looking annoyingly good while doing it. the worst part? he never talked. just threw punches for hours with that same unreadable expression on his face. one evening, after waiting nearly ten minutes for him to finish, you finally snapped. “are you planning on marrying the punching bag?” woo-young stopped mid-punch. slowly turned his head. “what?” “you've been using it forever.” “then use another one.” “i want this one.” “too bad.” you stared at him. he stared back. and just like that, the rivalry began. every training session became a competition. who could hit harder. who could last longer. who finished drills first. neither of you were willing to lose. then came monday morning. you walked into school carrying an iced coffee and nearly dropped it. kang woo-young was sitting three rows away. in your class. wearing the same black hoodie he trained in. his eyes widened slightly. your jaw dropped. “you've got to be kidding me.” woo-young sighed and leaned back in his chair. “you.” “you go here?” “unfortunately.” “wow.” “what?” “you somehow look more annoying in a uniform.” his expression flattened. “and you talk more than i remembered.” from across the room, your classmates watched the exchange like a tennis match. neither of you noticed. or cared. because from that day on, boxing class wasn't the only place you saw each other. it was homeroom. lunch. hallways. after school. everywhere. and somehow, despite arguing almost every single day, you started learning things about him. like how he always bought the same canned coffee from the vending machine. how he stayed behind after class to sleep when nobody was around. how he quietly helped younger students when he thought nobody was watching. and for the first time, you started wondering if there was more to kang woo-young than bruised knuckles and bad attitudes. unfortunately for you, he was starting to wonder the same thing about you. a month later, the rivalry was still going strong. “your footwork is terrible.” “your attitude is terrible.” “mine wins fights.” “mine gets people to like me.” woo-young rolled his eyes. during sparring, you were paired together as usual. the entire gym immediately moved back. nobody wanted to get caught in the middle. “don't cry when i win,” you teased. “you've never beaten me.” “there's a first time for everything.” the bell rang. a few minutes later, you misstepped and nearly lost your balance. before you could hit the floor, a hand grabbed your arm. woo-young. his grip tightened for a second. “careful.” the word came out softer than expected. you froze. he froze. then immediately let go. “you still would've lost.” “there he is,” you sighed. but as training continued, you couldn't stop thinking about it. because for the first time, it felt like kang woo-young wasn't looking at you as an opponent. and judging by the way he kept glancing over whenever you weren't paying attention, he knew it too. #kangwooyoung #chawoomin #weakhero #pov #fyp

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