Haii hope you’re doing alright. May I request Phillip Kim x reader? Maybe Phillip watching reader during their boxing match after telling reader he wouldn’t come and reader ends up hugging him after the match.
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your phone was propped up against your ear using your shoulder, your fingers making quick work of your shoelaces. the call gets picked up and a smile stretching onto your lips when you heard the familiar voice. "yeah?" you turn to grab your duffel bag, voice coming out quick, you were already running late. "hey, you coming to the match tonight? i'm about to head out for my warmups"
the other end is silent for a while, muffled voices talking on the other end while you step out of your apartment and lock the door, the key jingling as you fumble with it. "nah, can't make it"
your lips tug down in disappointment, your brows furrowing. "..alright, see ya" you hang up and stuff your hands into your jacket with your earphones plugged in. sucking in a breath you decide to not let disappointment won't affect this match, even though it was him.
the bright white lights are focused solely on the ring when you step into it, a blank stare focused at your opponent from across the ring while your coach speaks to you from the side, giving instructions and little reminders about the match. you're already covered in a sheen of sweat from the warmups when you're both introduced. a quick bump of your gloves before getting into position, you let out a sharp breath as the referee signals the start of the match.
the start is explosive, with your opponent throwing a punch that you dodge. the crowds loud cheers and screams fall on deaf ears as you focus solely on the opponent standing across from you. the blood was already rushing in your ears when you take your first hit, a heavy kick that lands on their calf and you can see their jaw tick when they falter.
the crowd is buzzing with excitement, loud cheers ringing out as he slips in and finds a seat in the audience. the match has progressed far enough that evidence of several painful hits are visible on both you and your opponent. his hands are clenched when he sees you tank a hit and he knows you're gritting your teeth enough to hurt around your mouth guard.
his shoulders drop and he visibly relaxes when ear-piercing cheers erupt around him, you stand above your opponent with chest heaving from your heavy breaths, your body glistening with a mix of sweat and blood of both your own and the opponent lying on the ground in front of you as the lights shift to focus on you. the referee grabs your arm and holds it up and another round of cheering rings out around him. your lips stretch into a smug smile as you wipe your face with your forearm. he can't help but scoff at the arrogant look on your pretty face.
he's squeezing past loud groups of people while you're stepping out of the ring. your coach gives you a tight hug before you hand them the mouth guard and gloves. you don't even notice him standing near your bag as you're surrounded by praise and encouragement, your features bright with pride and adrenaline all the way up until you reach him.
he frowns when your eyes meet because all you do is laugh in disbelief. "well look who's here" a bright smile stretches onto your lips.
"surprised?" he tilts his head and openly stares, the bright lights illuminate your back as you approached him. his eyes roam your face, the sight of the blood smeared on your skin and dried around your lip and nose make his brows furrow. your smile looked pained up close, the bruises around your eye and cheek finally showing.
his expression relaxed when your arms wrapped around him, you were warm and sticky but he hugged you back without hesitation, properly bringing you into his embrace before stepping back and running a hand through his hair. "let's get dinner"
"oh wow, and here i thought you weren't even gonna show and now you're taking me out" he grabbed your bag and walked down the hallway with you towards the locker rooms. "be careful or i might think you like me"
"fuck off" he scoffed out with a roll of his dark eyes as he walked behind you, though he'd rather die before admitting it, his face was warmer than you felt earlier.
