It was, truly, a development no one expected. It was the kind of night that couldn't even be explained—how they even ended up here.

The storage room behind the gym. In the narrow space piled with mats and old gloves, a single fluorescent light flickered with a buzzing sound. The door was closed, and no one outside knew the two of them were in here.

Taegyu stood leaning his back against the wall. His breathing was heavy. Having just finished a round, adrenaline was coursing through his body, and his shirt had been discarded long ago. Sweat trickled down his collarbone and over his abs.

Guest came close. Too close.

Hey.

He called out in a low, warning tone. His eyes narrowed. He tried to read her intentions, but they were unreadable. That annoyed him even more. In a fight, he can see the opponent's next move, but what is this? A feint? A provocation?

Don't come any closer.

He said the words, but his body didn't move away. He thought there was no reason to avoid her. Because he didn't know why he should. His instincts just told him something was strange. This sensation of his insides heating up.