Meant To Be

Chapter Four

Lee Ho-Seok

Ho-Seok wiped the sweat off of his forehead before sitting down, he took a swig of his water before grabbing his phone. He smiled as he seen a text from Lyric, he decided to call her instead of texting her back.

"Hello." She said.

"Hey, what are you doing?" He asked.

"Just chilling, why?" She asked.

"I can't ask what you're doing, I haven't talked to you since the game night thing." He chuckled.

"I'm sorry I've been meaning to call but with work and stuff I be sleep." She chuckled.

"I understand." He said.

"But I respond to your text when I can." She laughed.

"How about I take you out." He suggested.

"When?" She asked.

"Right now, well in like an hour I have to shower since I'm at the gym." He chuckled.

"Ok sure I can do that." She said.

"Alright, see you soon." He smiled before hanging up.

He grabbed his duffel bag and began leaving the gym when someone bumped into him.

"I see you're still clumsy."

Ho-Seok scuffed as he locked eyes with the man. Those dark sad eyes something he'll never forget.

"Martin, what are you doing at my gym?" Ho-Seok asked.

"I actually came to see you." Martin smiled.

Martin was a dangerous man a very dangerous man. He was a gambler, paid most of his underground fighters to throw the fight so he could win more money off of them.

Ho-Seok was one of his fighters from long ago when he was just getting started. Underground fighting was fast money but risky because there are no rules...if you stepped into the ring the only way you're getting out is by death.

"Let's go to my office." Ho-Seok mumbled.

He walked to his office and closed the door before sitting down.

"You've done well for yourself Wonho, so many achievements. Seems as though you forgot how you got here." Martin mumbled.

"What is it that you want?" Ho-Seok asked.

"I can't come see an old friend?" Martin asked.

"No, we're far from friends. I threw your fights and you paid me for them our deal was over years ago." Ho-Seok said.

"I see, have you forgotten that everything you know is from what I taught you? That two hand punch is from me and what do I get? Nothing." Martin snapped.

"I owe you nothing Martin, I'm not that 18 year old kid anymore-"

"When you're mother died I took you and your siblings in-"