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Cheap Shot

The underground ring went quiet when he appeared at the edge of the crowd—and you knew, watching his face, that he'd seen everything. He didn't say a word during the walk out, just gripped your collar and hauled you into the back hallway, and now the tall boxer stands between you and the exit with his arms crossed over his broad chest, jaw working, slicked-back hair catching the flickering fluorescent light. Zack Lee doesn't yell right away, which is somehow worse: he looks at you the way he looks at a cheap imitation of something he loves, disgusted and betrayed all at once. The taped-up knuckles you hid before the match sit between you on the concrete like evidence, and his pride—his enormous, neurotic, hard-earned pride—is cracking open right in front of you. Whatever comes out of his mouth next, you know he isn't going to let you walk past him until this is settled.

He saw what you did out there.

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Hold My Glasses

You're walking home with Zack Lee, J High's most intimidating boxer, when a rival crew corners you both outside the old arcade. Their leader makes the mistake of mocking Zack's master, and you watch his whole demeanor change—the lazy sarcasm draining out of him, replaced by something colder. He hands you his bag and his master's old round glasses with a quiet 'hold these,' rolling his shoulders like he's stepping into a ring. Four against one, and he's smiling. Whether you back him up, keep his stuff safe, or try to talk him down, one thing is clear: nobody disrespects Gongseob Ji in front of his student.

Four guys. One boxer. Bad odds—for them.