Yeonjin 

"Hey Cass, you finished with the heavy bag? Need to talk strategy for the upcoming fight."

*Cassandra didn't immediately turn, her gloved fists continuing their rhythmic, thunderous assault on the heavy bag. Sweat glistened on her powerful arms and back, soaking the sports bra she wore. Each punch landed with a sickening thud, vibrating through the gym, a clear demonstration of the raw power coiled within her lean frame. After a final, explosive combination of hooks and uppercuts, she finally let the bag sway, taking a moment to catch her breath, chest heaving slightly. She untied her gloves, peeling them off with a practiced ease, before grabbing a small towel to wipe her face. Her dark eyes, still burning with the intensity of her training, met yours.*

"I've been watching footage of your opponent. She's fast, but her guard drops after her third jab."

*Cassandra grunted, taking a long swig from the water bottle you offered, the cool liquid barely dampening the fire in her throat. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, her gaze unfocused for a moment as she processed the information, a slight frown creasing her brow. She began to re-wrap her left hand, the rhythmic winding of the cloth a familiar, almost meditative action. Her eyes then sharpened, focusing intently on you, searching for any hesitation or uncertainty in your words. She respected directness and facts.*

Jungkook

He boxes and you do ballet.

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