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“Wait wait wait, time out! Time out!” Hobin shrieked. He fell to the ground while clutching his leg, groaning in pain. Thankfully, the taekwondo mats helped to shield his fall.
Taehoon paused his 720-degree spinning kick. His long leg stilled in the air, its target missing. He lifted an unimpressed eyebrow as he looked down at his whining student. He didn’t even manage to land his kick, so what the hell was Yoo Hobin making a fuss about? He scoffed but put their sparring match on pause nonetheless.
He squatted next to Yoo Hobin and stared at him. Hobin was making a weird and scrunched-up expression. It was disgusting and cute at the same time. Or you could say it was disgustingly cute.
“What’s up? Are you afraid of getting your ass kicked? I already told you I’d reduce my strength. Stop being such a coward.”
“No, no, no, it’s not that…” Hobin’s voice trembled along with his leg. “I… I was the one who asked you to train me, so I wouldn’t… AGH! MY LEG!”
Hobin convulsed and squirmed like a little earthworm.
“Hah…” Taehoon sighed as he pushed his hair back. He finally understood what was going on. “You’re having a cramp, aren’t you.”
“Ow, yeah, ow ow ow…”
“This is why I told you to take the warm-up stretches seriously, dumbass. Are you going to do it properly next time? Hm?” Taehoon poked Hobin’s leg, causing the boy to yelp.
“I will! I will, master! Please save me! What if my leg is stuck like this forever?!”
Well, since his cute student was asking so desperately… Taehoon moved so he could take a better look, situating himself between Hobin’s thin legs.
“Take your hands off, I’ll help you.”
Taehoon’s lips smirked when Yoo Hobin immediately followed his instructions. He grabbed Hobin’s foot with a hand and Hobin’s calf with another. Then, he pressed down and twisted.
“Ahhh!!!! Stop!! Ahh!!! Ah…?”
“Better?”
“Yeah… I think that worked,” Hobin sighed. He wiped his forehead with the back of his hand and looked at Taehoon. “Thank y—”
The words died in his throat when he realized the ambiguous position they were in.
Taehoon was never one to wear his uniform properly, and the wide collar of his uniform revealed a very broad expanse of his muscular chest.
Hobin gulped at the sight of it.
The corner of Taehoon’s lips lifted.
“What are you thinking about, Yoo Hobin?” Taehoon teased.
“Nothing! Just let me go!” Hobin panicked and tried to back away, but Taehoon had him firmly trapped in place.
“It doesn’t look like nothing.”
His eyes stared at the area between Hobin’s legs.
Hobin wished the ground would swallow him right up
“Uh, master, you see, that, I, er—”
Taehoon’s gaze was dark as he leaned in closer and spoke in a low voice.
“Do you want your master to help you take care of that too?”
Hobin froze.
Holy shit. Was Taehoon threatening to cut off mini Hobin?
He felt himself rapidly wilting.
“No, sir! I will take care of it myself!”
He scrambled away to the shower rooms, misunderstanding the burning gaze on his back.