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This guy is ridiculously big.
Like, crazy, stupid, biceps the side of Jihoon’s head, big.
It’s not that Jihoon is a skinny pale boy. He works out like it’s his job (it is), he prides himself on the abs he’s built to perfection and how his aim is always on point.
He’s a boxer. A damn well good one.
He’s finished his fight already. Jihoon’s not famous or anything but he’s still pretty decent and he hasn’t really been beaten yet. His manager thinks he’ll make it to the championships in his league but Jihoon argues and thinks he’ll get beat up before he even gets to the semis.
The thing about boxing is that there are actually rules- or well , guidelines that in moments like these, Jihoon is thankful for.
See, he only fights within his weight group. Jihoon isn’t necessary a tiny man, but in the boxing community, he’s usually dwarfed by the lithe tall boxers he fights. Jihoon thinks it gives him the advantage of hitting them in the gut better.
But Jihoon’s part is over, finished, because what the people were really there for, was for this fight and all Jihoon knew was that if he were in the ring with that Hulk of a man, he’d get fucking pounded .
But, as unfortunate as it is, Jihoon can’t take his eyes off him. He blames it on the excessive marvel binges he watches and how he must have developed some kind of sexual attraction to the Incredible Hulk because this dude, this guy, this beast is really really unreasonably hot.
Jihoon kind of wishes he didn’t have a fucking scar on his cheek that’s drowning in excessive amounts of vasaline to keep it from bleeding out and all over his face. That’s the downside of the job. In situations like these where there’s an uber hot guy, he looks like he got into a schoolboy fight. It wasn’t even a proper scar for god's sake. The least his opponent could do was make his lips bleed. He’d like to make a good impression, please and thank you.
“Who’s this?” Jihoon asks.
“Hm what?” One of the boys ask.
It’s Soonyoung aka Hoshi. Jihoon had fought him before. They tied.
“That guy up there.” He gestures up at the ring where the boxers were quickly chatting with their trainers before the big fight.
“Oh, the brown haired one? That’s-“
“No, no.” Jihoon flaps his arms. “Not him. The blond guy.”
“You don’t know him?” Soonyoung turns and looks at him incredulously. “That’s S.Coups. How do you not know him?”
Jihoon sends him a glare. “The game is about to start.” Jihoon quips in response. Soonyoung knows he’s relatively new to the scene. That bastard. Who could give less of a flying fuck who the big boxers were? Him, apparently.
Soonyoung sniggers. “He’s fucking ripped.” He says. “What would I give to get hit by him…”
“Challenge him to a game.” Jihoon suggests. He’s barely paying attention to Soonyoung because S.Coups has taken off his top and jesus fuck , does Jihoon wants to lick his abs.
“That’s not what I meant when I said I wanted to get hit.” Soonyoung waggles his eyebrows. “I meant maybe in a different scenario. You get it?” Jihoon gets nudged on the shoulder.
“You’re gross.”
“At least I’m not eyefucking him in public.”
Jihoon burns red. “The game is about to start.” He repeats through gritted embarrassed teeth.
S.Coups rolls his shoulders and tilts his head sideways, cracking his neck and he has a stupid undercut and it flops, completely uselessly, Jihoon must add, but still so unbelievably attractive, it’s borderline annoying.
Soonyoung is right. How has he never heard of S.Coups?
The guy he’s up against is taller than S.Coups but he’s nowhere near as broad or muscular and frankly, even he looks tiny next to him.
Jihoon wonders what it’d look like if he stood next to him or in front of him, or if he was plastered against him, under him and pinned down by those arms and that’s enough for Jihoon to realise he should stop thinking.
He focuses on the game instead.
Punches are being thrown and people are yelling as S.Coups lands a jab at the taller boy’s side.
His opponent staggers but keeps his arms raised and goes in for a couple hits but it doesn’t really seem to affect S.Coups.
The boxer stands his ground and almost smirks in an annoying cocky way before striking the taller man in the face and jumping quickly away.
“ Shit …” Soonyoung mumbles. “He really got into Mingyu’s head.”
“The tall guy?”
“Yeah. He usually fights better than this.”
Jihoon shrugs and refuses to allow his eyes to leave the ring. “S.Coups is a fucking tank .”
It comes to no surprise that Mingyu gets knocked out.
It comes to no surprise that even though Mingyu manages to get up right before he would’ve been called out. But, in the next round, he falls and he doesn’t get up before the bell rings.
And it definitely comes to no surprise when S.Coups holds up the great giant belt, signifying his victory.
What Jihoon would give to be that belt.
He sticks around, lingering and mingling while they conduct the interviews and he watches (from afar) the beads of sweat that drips down S.Coups temple and his arms and chest and neck was glistening with sweat that he just wants to lick off.
He’s disgusting.
Soon after the reporters are finished with interviewing S.Coups and Mingyu, they move onto the smaller fights.
Jihoon is called over and he’s interviewed by the same man S.Coups had been.
“How did you feel about your fight today Woozi?”
The camera is pointed right at him. “I thought, ah, I thought I did pretty well. It was a good fight and I had a worthy opponent.”
“The last few rounds you looked like you were barely breaking a sweat. Can you tell our viewers what has changed since we last saw you?” The mic is shoved into his face and he smiles his way through it all.
He pretends to think even though he and Seungkwan had rehearsed it days before. When he’s in the midst of falsely concentration, he spots S.Coups.
The man is standing a few metres away and he isn’t talking to anyone or anything. He’s standing there with his huge arms crossed over his chest and - damn he has a robe on - but he’s looking straight at Jihoon as if he knew Jihoon had been fantasising about licking the sweat off his neck.
“Ah…” Jihoon’s mouth goes dry and S.Coups quirks an eyebrow at him. Jihoon clears his throat. “I’ve just tried to train my best. I’ve got a more, uh, rigorous schedule and routine that really targets my strengths and improves my weaknesses I guess.” Jihoon shrugs and he looks back to check if S.Coups was still there. He’s not. “It’s all thanks to my trainer though. Lee Seokmin- he’s really great and I really can’t take credit for all of this.” He gestures to himself.
“I’d say he did a pretty good job.” It was said in a low rumble, way above Jihoon and he can see on the screens that S.Coups, oh god, S.Coups was right behind him.
“How did you find Woozi’s fight?” The mic is no longer aimed at Jihoon’s face and instead upwards, way upwards and on the screens Jihoon looks miniscule and weak compared to the massiveness of S.Coups. It ruffles Jihoon’s feathers the wrong way. Because of course the big guy would be entitled to have a more important opinion than the fighter, Jihoon.
He knows S.Coups leans forward because he can feel the press of his chest against his shoulders. “I’ve never seen someone move so fast. He’s tiny compared to the others in his league but I think it comes to Woozi’s advantage.”
He flares up because he’s called tiny and he doesn’t miss the small chuckle S.Coups releases and he tries not to glare at the camera because that would start an unnecessary rivalry between their fans.
“I train pretty hard as well.” Jihoon quips in. He wouldn’t want the press under the impression that the only reason he wins is because he’s small because he’s honestly, not that small. Everyone is just unreasonably big.
“And what did you think of S.Coups fight, Woozi? I’m under the impression that you two haven’t met before?” The interviewer asks.
Jihoon’s mouth goes dry as he replays the sounds that S.Coups makes when he punches Mingyu and how he hisses aggressively when he gets hit and growls when his shot doesn’t work as well as he thought it would.
It was hot .
“It was enlightening.” Jihoon says, finally. “Watching S.Coups sunbaenim was interesting. Leagues fight very differently.”
S.Coups throws an arm over Jihoon’s shoulder and he almost topples over. “It’s weird how we’ve never run into each other in competitions.” S.Coups says, unaware of the internal struggle Jihoon was facing and how he thought S.Coups weighed way too much for what a human being should. “We are both from Korea.”
“We’re from different leagues.” Jihoon hasn’t turned round to actually face S.Coups. He doesn’t want to.
“Ouch.” S.Coups winces. He ignores Jihoon’s statement. “You’re hurt pretty bad.” He must’ve just noticed. A finger comes up and grazes Jihoon’s cheek and he almost falls backwards if it weren’t for S.Coups body to support him.
He realises he has to tilt his head all the way up and to see S.Coups and he has really long eyelashes.
“It’s not that bad.” Jihoon’s voice comes out in a pathetic whisper and he gulps, tearing his gaze away and back to the reporter who smirks as he watches them.
“Well!” The reporter grins at them. “We’ll leave you two too it! Thanks to Woozi for answering my questions and S.Coups for joining in at the end. We’ll be catching up on...” He turns and his back faces the pair of boxers and he continues talking about the game.
This leaves Jihoon and S.Coups to talk.
Like hell they were.
“I gotta go.” Jihoon mumbles before S.Coups could get a word in. “Nurse.” he gestures vaguely to his cut and rushes away.
He glances back over his shoulder and S.Coups stands watching him, with a stupid smile on his face.
What a dick.