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TIP TOE ! kang taehyun.

ꪆ୧ boxer! taehyun x fem!reader....ʬʬ synopsis : on a stifling summer day, you ask your friend to teach how to punch, but he might not be the best tutor to go to... WORD COUNT. 1240.

Tip toeing wasn't going to work in Taehyun's favour.

Clementine heat persisted in the afternoon air in the nameless summer of that year; a little cynical, tasting of slight bitter you had found him perched on a wooden bench underneath the cerulean shade of the persimmon tree. His bandaged knuckles supported his chin—your incisive eyes zeroing onto the rubies that embellished the ivory canvas hidden by that book he had been reading, his eyes following the flow of all those foreign words, lost in the universe that belonged in those many pages.

Not for long though.

You had always resembled a storm to Taehyun; mercurial, and merciless. A bittersweet remuneration for all the adventures you had presented him with, awarding him with a joy he had never dared to dream. Like summer, you rushed in with the fury of a thousand suns; a sun-dazed lopsided smile always hanging off your face. Your messy hair, the sweat glimmering like diamonds on your face, and the chip on your teeth—wearing a golden courage on your sleeve, you entice him.

"Teach me how to throw a punch!" You announced with an adolescent alacrity.

Taehyun blinked his eyes in surprise. Your baffling request threw him for a bit before he collected himself and batted his eyelash to get a grip on reality, and assess the situation. Putting his book beside, he rested his chin on his knuckle, silently beseeching you to state the reason, or why you seeked him out specially for this outlandish task.

You shrugged your shoulders—the glimmer in your eyes dimming for a bit before it resurfaced: and he realised you weren't letting this go.

Taehyun stood behind you—a decorous gap between the two of you as he instructed you on how to position yourself properly. Despite the cordial distance between the two of you, Taehyun could rudely feel the sultry heat that radiated off your back through the ridiculously thin layer of cloth you had been donning; your uncoordinated strut as he instructed had not been in his favour either. Those accidental caresses of your back on his chest resembled zaps of electricity that ran through his body every time, and it only got harder, and harder to put on an act as if it had no effect on him.

"Keep your knees bent! " Taehyun hissed, and you followed his instruction, all while maintaining the prior instruction he had drilled inside your head. Your left hand in front of your face to guard it, and your right hand in a fist. Looking at him from the corner of your eyes in a mute attempt to seek his approval. Subtle notions of anxiety etched over your features that only smoothed out with a nod of his head.

Missing the modest smile that slipped through Taehyun's strict instructor demeanour only by a few ill-starred seconds as he wiped his face of any unkempt genial emotions, and focused his keep eyes on your stance, and the elbow that kept jutting out. Taehyun's finger ghosted over the elbow—hesitation dripping from his finger tip as his eyes gazed at the side of your face, you still remained unfazed by the close proximity the two of you shared.

Iridescent pearls made their abode on the softness of your skin. With the sweltering summer heat as their excuse, they touched you so shamelessly. Taehyun's heartbeats picked as did the race between the beads of sweat from your cheek to your jugular; Taehyun's keen eyes followed their movements so meticulously, as did his breathing; It was getting too hard to breath so near you.

"Tuck in your elbow, and assume the right position." Taehyun instructed, stepping backwards to make it seem he was looking over your positions. You nodded enthusiastically and did as he said. One foot above the other, knees get down, and your elbow tucked.

"Now when you punch, you have to use your entire body. The power does not just come from your arm," Taehyun explained, moving in front of you to teach you properly, "but legs, hips and torso. You have to rotate your entire lower body as you swing, like this—"

Taehyun stood beside you, with his right hand near his chin to guard his face, and his left hand in a fist; he turned around to make sure you were listening to him but he had not expect to come across the look on your face—beaming enthusiasm tucked beneath your apple of the cheeks, as they blushed underneath the rays of sun and those sparkles of stars abandoned in your eyes—causing Taehyun fumble with his own thoughts; taken aback by the mirthy radiance.

Taehyun gulped down, and blamed it on the heatwave, and continued his explaining, assuming his position once again, "You have to keep this elbow slightly bent—" He demonstrated with his lead hand, which happened to his left hand, "and your wrist has to be straight."

You nodded, copying his movements with Taehyun watching over you as if he is going to be your coach in the Olympics. Only when he had been satisfied by your wrist, after calling it a limp wrist a few times, he moved onto the next part.

"Rotate your arms as you extend-" Taehyun studied as you did the same as him with his hawk-like eyes, "And when you punch, your fist has to have the palm facing down." He languidly adhered to his own instruction, before turning his focus onto you as copied his action, albeit clumsily. With his hands on his hips, he told you to the sequence once again, but while exerting the force with your lower body instead of the arm.

"You look like a flailing duckling, come on with more power!" Taehyun yelled once more from his seat atop of the bench. His teeth breaking through the soft surface of the peach he had gotten from god knows where, as he 'encouraged' you to do better. Despite the sweet taste dancing on the top of his tongue, the words laced in the syrup that tumbled down his lips felt acrid to you.

"I'M TIRED!" You whined, throwing one more punch with your right hand before matching towards Taehyun and snatching his half eaten peach away from him. Biting near the place he had bitten into without an inch of doubt delaying you—you had tangled your fingertips into the string of his hearts, pulling onto it with such ease, and causing him such an unnecessary dilemma. Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, he jumped down—further closing in the gap that you were the first one to walk into.

"Didn't know I had such a loser for a student." He enunciated each word with the intention to dig into your ego, bruising it much like your pale fingertips were burrowing onto the softness of the peach you had hijacked from him. If you were going to get under his skin, he had every right to get under yours.

Donning a smug smile on his succulent lips, he took back battered fruit from your hands before sinking his teeth right into where you had been, Peering into the incensed allure that marred your juvenile splendour, the heart strings tugging once again when he noticed how cutely your furrowed brows shook as you tried to control yourself from jumping on him and giving him a taste of your fury.

If tip-toeing wasn't going to work in Taehyun's favour, why should he persist?

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