THE ZOESTERY

Zoey × Mystery | Public Sparring | Accidental Moan | Team Chaos Ensues

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Location: Huntrix × Saja Boys Joint Training HQ

Time: 3:34 p.m.

Event: "Totally Normal Team Sparring Practice"

Status: 😳🔥 CHAOTIC.

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"Alright," the instructor announced, clapping once. "Final round: Zoey versus Mystery."

Half the group groaned. The other half smirked.

"Are we SURE this is a good idea?" Mira muttered, nudging Rumi.

"They're not gonna flirt in front of us... right?" Abby added, not sounding convinced.

Rumi folded her arms. "If either of them bites their lip, I'm walking out."

Zoey stepped into the mat, rolling her shoulders.

Mystery stood across from her, twirling his staff lazily, eyes unreadable... but hungry.

They hadn't really touched since That One Night. The tension? Thick enough to stab with a chopstick.

She smirked. "Don't hold back this time."

He smiled, slow and dangerous. "Wouldn't dream of it."

Round 1.

They moved like fire and shadow.

Strike. Dodge. Twist. Clash.

The group watched in awe as Zoey ducked under Mystery's swipe and kicked him backward — only for him to spin and grab her wrist in midair.

She gasped.

He caught her. Twisted. Swept her legs.

SLAM.

She was on the mat.

Again.

And he was on top of her.

Again.

Her legs trapped between his.

His grip still tight around her wrist.

And then—

She exhaled.

A soft, involuntary sound.

Half-gasp, half-sigh.

Definitely too intimate.

Everyone froze.

Except Zoey.

Because in that one second...

She. Moaned.

Tiny. Soft. But CLEAR.

A pause.

A silence that lasted a lifetime.

Mystery blinked.

Zoey blinked.

The room collectively went:

😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳

Rumi, whispering loudly:

"Did she just—"

Mira: "She DID."

Romance: screaming internally

Instructor: looking anywhere but at them

Jinu: turns into a wall

Mystery immediately stood up and turned around with his hand over his mouth like he just witnessed a murder.

Zoey lay on the mat, eyes wide open, soul already leaving her body.

Rumi collapsed dramatically. "I CAN'T BREATHE—SHE MOANED."

Zoey sat up, face burning.

"I—I DIDN'T—IT WASN'T LIKE THAT!"

Mira wiped a tear. "Best. Training. Ever."

Mystery finally turned back, face still red. "Okay. I yield."

Instructor: "I yield too. We're done. We're ALL done."

💬 Later That Night, in the Group Chat:

Mira:

"Zoey moaned"

— Rumi, 2025.

Rumi:

I'm printing shirts that say "I survived the Zoery Moan."

Zoey:

I HATE YOU.

I HATE EVERYONE.

ESPECIALLY HIM.

Mystery:

It was kinda hot.

Zoey:

MYSTERY I SWEAR TO THE HEAVENS—

Abby:

Tell me when you two are engaged so I can plan my vacation.

One moan.

One pin.

One studio forever cursed.

And Zoey?

She will NEVER live it down.

Mystery?

He's still replaying it. On. Loop.*