Wei vs Gun

A Lingering Thought

Wei had faced countless challenges in his life. Tougher opponents. Stronger enemies. Endless battles.

Yet, as he sat through class, only two things occupied his mind.

Gun Park… and Mary Kim.

Gun was a problem he knew how to handle. Mary? That was a whole different fight.

After their brief conversation, he had caught himself glancing at her more than once. But she was unreadable.

One moment, she was teasing him. The next, she acted like he didn't exist.

Playing hard to get?

Wei wasn't sure.

But one thing was clear she wasn't making it easy.

The Meeting with Gun Park

The rooftop was empty except for one man.

Gun Park stood near the edge, the city skyline behind him, a faint smirk on his face. His suit was crisp, his posture relaxed.

Wei stepped forward, his movements calm but ready.

Gun turned slightly. "You're late."

Wei didn't respond. He wasn't here for small talk.

Gun studied him for a moment before speaking again. "I've been keeping an eye on you."

Wei remained silent.

Gun continued, stepping closer. "You've got potential."

Gun stopped a few feet away. "I'm here to make you an offer."

Wei raised an eyebrow.

Gun's smirk widened. "Train under me."

A breeze passed between them.

Wei didn't flinch. He had expected something like this.

Gun continued. "You've already trained in multiple styles Fengdao, Boxing, Kali. But you lack refinement. If you learn under me, I'll take you beyond your limits."

Wei met his gaze. Gun's words were tempting.

The strongest man in the underground was offering to train him.

Most people would kill for that chance.

But Wei?

He shook his head. "Not interested."

Gun's expression didn't change. "You sure?"

Wei nodded. "I've had enough people trying to control me. I don't need a teacher."

Gun sighed. "Shame."

Then, without warning he moved.

Gun's punch was already coming.

Wei dodged barely feeling the wind of the strike pass his face.

Gun didn't stop. He pressed forward.

A sharp knee flew toward Wei's ribs.

Wei blocked but the force sent him sliding back. Gun was fast. Faster than anyone Wei had fought before.

Gun smirked. "You sure you don't need a teacher?"

Wei exhaled, rolling his shoulders. "If you're trying to convince me, this isn't the way."

Gun cracked his knuckles. "No, I just enjoy this part."

He vanished.

Wei's instincts screamed at him. He barely raised his guard before BAM!

Gun's kick slammed into his forearm, nearly breaking his stance.

Wei countered immediately a left hook aimed at Gun's jaw.

Gun weaved under it, his movements precise, controlled. He was toying with him.

That pissed Wei off.

He didn't wait he attacked.

A feint with his left. A swift elbow strike with his right.

Gun blocked but barely.

Wei pressed forward, using his boxing speed to unload a series of rapid punches, mixing in low kicks to keep Gun from countering.

For the first time Gun looked slightly impressed.

"Not bad," he admitted.

Then, he grabbed Wei's wrist.

And in one smooth motion threw him.

Wei hit the ground but rolled to his feet instantly.

Gun adjusted his cufflinks. "That's enough."

Wei exhaled. He wasn't winning this fight. Not yet.

Gun smirked. "You'll regret saying no."

Wei wiped his lip. "Maybe."

Gun turned, walking toward the exit. "I'll be watching."

Then, he was gone.

Wei stood there for a moment. Gun Park had just acknowledged him.

But more than that—he had survived.

Wei walked through the halls, still feeling the soreness from his fight.

Then, he saw her again.

Mary Kim.

She was leaning against her locker, scrolling through her phone, looking effortlessly cool.

Wei approached. "Hey."

She didn't look up. "Oh, you again?"

Wei raised an eyebrow. "That a bad thing?"

She finally glanced at him, smirking. "Didn't say that."

Wei crossed his arms. "You free now?"

Mary chuckled. "You're persistent."

Wei shrugged. "Yeah."

She looked at him for a second, then smirked. "Maybe next time."

Then she walked off again.

Wei sighed.

Fighting Gun Park was one thing.

Winning over Mary Kim?

That might be the harder fight.