punch drunk love

Minho steps away, beginning to remove his gloves--not before stealing one last glance at the stranger, damn was he stunning, before saying, “Enjoy, then! Sorry for interrupting your workout! I wish I could punch exams harder than the bag, but that never works.”The pretty stranger smiles too and he looks so soft and gentle, smiling in the gym, so out of place in front of the filthy punching bag. He mumbles something, but Minho’s afraid he didn’t catch the quiet whispers. Minho is kind of terrified to ask him to repeat himself, especially when he thought he heard “I’d let you crush my head with those arms. Punch me, while you’re at it.”Must’ve been his sleep-deprived brain entering a hallucinatory phase.