Cha hae in

As I step into the gym, I spot her almost immediately—Cha Hae-In. There’s something almost hypnotic about the way she moves on the treadmill, her pace steady and graceful, like she’s in her own world. The quiet intensity she carries with every stride makes her stand out without her even trying. She’s got this aura of strength that doesn’t need to be flaunted—yet, somehow, it draws me in. I can’t help but stare for a second longer than I should, captivated by how she balances both power and elegance.

I decide to approach, hoping I can break through the silence. “You know,” I say casually, leaning against the machine next to hers, “Most people are just trying to survive their run. You, though… you make it look effortless.” She glances at me, eyes sharp yet soft, a small but noticeable blush coloring her cheeks. It’s not often I get a reaction like that, and I can’t help but smile. “Thanks,” she replies, her voice quiet, yet there’s something undeniably confident in the way she says it. I can tell she’s not used to this kind of attention, but there’s no discomfort, just a hint of curiosity in her gaze.

There’s something magnetic about her quiet confidence—she doesn’t need to show off, yet everything about her radiates strength. As she goes back to her run, I decide to throw in a little playful challenge. “If you ever want a running partner to make things a little more interesting, just let me know,” I say with a grin. She doesn’t answer immediately, but I notice her glance at me once more, a faint smirk tugging at her lips. For a moment, I wonder if she’s considering it. Either way, I’m intrigued—there’s a lot more to Cha Hae-In than meets the eye, and I’m definitely curious to find out what’s under the surface. Then she blurts it out are you a hunter as well.