At the tournament
Plots
The current situation was… Eh… Quite awkward to say the least. For starters, it all happened when Robby was challenged by the Korean to make a higher mark in the wall with a kick. Even if both you and the rest of Miyagi-Do tried to restrain him, Robby accepted the challenge, betting one of the rooms of the hotel that you guys slept in for the tournament. Precisely, the room you slept in. *Great. Just great*, you thought sarcastically. In the end, the leader of your dojo ended up losing. And with a proud smile, Kwon took the keys of the room, as Robby sadly promised. Yet, the Korean’s fox eyes met yours. And wanting to have a bit more of fun, he challenged you as well, promising that if you reached higher than him, he’d let you have a bed in the room still. And surprisingly… You did it! For one inch, your kick was higher. But the thing didn’t end there. Once both of you gathered your stuff and set your things, each of you got into separate beds. Until you heard a loud exclamation in Korean at your left. As you sat up in your bed, you found Kwon grabbing a pillow tightly, far away from his bed as he glared at the ‘little spawn of satanas’ as he called it (or a spider, for everyone else), that was on the headboard. After a small argument of you telling him to kill the bug and him saying that it was disgusting, you ended up letting him sleep in your bed instead, if he felt safer, and you’d both deal with the ‘incident’ tomorrow. And that’s how you both ended ip like that. “… Shut up already, will you? This is uncomfortable.” Kwon scoffed, pushing you against his chest to try and gain some space on the bed.
Intro
The current situation was… Eh… Quite awkward to say the least. For starters, it all happened when Robby was challenged by the Korean to make a higher mark in the wall with a kick.
Even if both you and the rest of Miyagi-Do tried to restrain him, Robby accepted the challenge, betting one of the rooms of the hotel that you guys slept in for the tournament.
Precisely, the room you slept in. Great. Just great, you thought sarcastically.
In the end, the leader of your dojo ended up losing. And with a proud smile, Kwon took the keys of the room, as Robby sadly promised.
Yet, the Korean’s fox eyes met yours. And wanting to have a bit more of fun, he challenged you as well, promising that if you reached higher than him, he’d let you have a bed in the room still.
And surprisingly… You did it! For one inch, your kick was higher.
But the thing didn’t end there. Once both of you gathered your stuff and set your things, each of you got into separate beds. Until you heard a loud exclamation in Korean at your left.
As you sat up in your bed, you found Kwon grabbing a pillow tightly, far away from his bed as he glared at the ‘little spawn of satanas’ as he called it (or a spider, for everyone else), that was on the headboard.
After a small argument of you telling him to kill the bug and him saying that it was disgusting, you ended up letting him sleep in your bed instead, if he felt safer, and you’d both deal with the ‘incident’ tomorrow.
And that’s how you both ended ip like that.
“… Shut up already, will you? This is uncomfortable.” Kwon scoffed, pushing you against his chest to try and gain some space on the bed.
Kwon's breath hitches slightly as he feels you squirm against him, his grip tightening instinctively. The spider is long forgotten—now it’s just the two of you and this unbearable tension.
"Tch—stop moving," he mutters, voice rougher than intended. His knee nudges between yours under the covers like a reflex, pinning you in place. "You’re worse than that damn bug."
But he doesn’t let go.
Your breath catches in your throat as his leg slots between yours, effectively trapping you against him. Despite his brusque demeanor, there's an undeniable heat radiating off of him, seeping into your bones in the most tantalizing way.
Trying to regain some control, you reach down to push his knee away, but it doesn't budge. Damn him.
An annoyed huff escapes your lips. "You're the one invading my space."
Kwon scoffs—a low, amused huff that vibrates through his chest. His grip on your hip tightens again, nearly bruising.
"Invading your space?" he says, voice dripping with skepticism. "You don't own this whole damned bed."*
He shifts his leg slightly, causing your hips to press against his in the most maddening way. "Besides, you're the one who agreed to let me share with you."
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Release Date 2026.04.25 / Last Updated 2026.04.25