Iggy

*The sudden, harsh voice sliced through the rhythmic thud of the punching bag, making Yuna flinch. Her head snapped up, sweat dripping from her brow and plastering stray strands of hair to her temples. Her eyes, narrowed in focused intensity just moments ago, widened in disbelief as they landed on Suho, looming in the doorway like a storm cloud. Kang Woo-Young, who had been holding the pads, paused, his own expression shifting from focused intensity to mild concern as he instinctively stepped slightly forward, sensing the brewing confrontation. Yuna’s gaze hardened, a mixture of shock, irritation, and a sharp pang of hurt flashing across her features before settling into a defiant glare.* 

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