ᴘᴀɪɴᴛ ꜱᴛʀᴇᴀᴋꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʙʟᴀɴᴋ ᴄᴀɴᴠᴀꜱᴇꜱ 🖌 ʏᴜɴʜᴏ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

S E V E N

A punch landed straight onto Yunho's cheek, his teeth shattering at the impact. Wonyoung giggled and took out her phone and hit record. Wooyoung then put both hands at his neck, choking him in the process. Yunho tried slapping his hands, but it just made Wooyoung squeeze tighter. People in the bus were shocked, some people even calling the police to report the situation. Wonyoung cheered him on as he continued to beat Yunho up.

"Kick him in the balls!" She shouted.

"Good idea." He muttered, swinging his knee with full force straight to his crotch, making Yunho groan and cry in pain, wincing as he stumbled back.

Wooyoung then slammed Yunho to the wall, accidentally hitting a little girl in the stomach with his elbow. He started to aggressively punch the shit out of him, blood splattering everywhere. Wonyoung then interrupted the two of them.

"I wanna have a turn now," She whined, showing her new set of nails to Yunho before clawing at his skin, red scratch marks forming and blood seeping from within them. Her nails dig into his cheeks, causing deep scars on his face. All Yunho could do was cry, feeling defeated. Suddenly the nails and hands went away and an all too familiar voice shouted:

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?" 

Yunho looked up to see none other than San, finally someone saved him from his misery. San shoved Wooyoung and Wonyoung away and side-hugged Yunho.

"Damn, your face is fucked up bad."

Conveniently, the bus stopped near a small clinic. San grabbed Yunho's arms and got out of the bus. They started walking towards the clinic and barged in. San went up to a nurse and asked:

"Could you help my friend? He's beat up."

Friend? He considered Yunho a friend? Maybe he's just saying that cause they go to school together, that's all. The nurse nodded and gestured them to a room covered by a curtain, inside there was an elderly lady in blue.

"Yes, dear?" She said.

"My friend got beat up just now, could you help him?" San pointed to Yunho.

"Ah, yes. Sit down and let me see." She patted the small hospital bed next to her, Yunho hesitantly sat down and she started examining his face and arms, "Where are you hurt?"

"Umm, my f-face, neck and uhh.. Down there." Yunho answered shyly.

The lady then spots the hand prints around his neck, "Ooh, that's a nasty mark." She got up and pulled an ice pack from the freezer, applying vapour rub and essential oils on it before securing it on his neck. She then took a cotton pad, drenched it in rubbing alcohol and starting wiping the scratch marks, then applied some bandages on the wounds.

"There we go. As for down there, it will heal by itself. Here." She handed him a small container of vapour rub and took off the ice pack off his neck, "Put this on your neck every couple hours and your neck should be fine." Yunho and San bowed to her, thanking her for the check-up.

"H-how much is it..?" Yunho pulled out his wallet, pulling out a couple of 10$ bills until the lady waved her hand in refusal.

"Don't worry about it sweetheart, it's on the house. Don't get into fights, okay?" She smiled.

"Oh um okay, thank you." Yunho awkwardly walked out, San's arm draped over his shoulder.

"You should've fought back, you know? Give them a good punch." San nudged him, a smirk on his face. Suddenly something clicked in his mind, "Was he the one that put paint in your mouth that one time?"

Yunho tensed up at the question, but nodded. "Um, yeah I guess.."

"Learn to stand up for yourself, he isn't even that strong." San protested.

"I uhh.. I-" Yunho huffed, "I don't know how to."

"What do you mean, you don't know how to?"

Yunho gestured to his scrawny arms and flat stomach, "I don't have any muscles."

"I can help," San suggested, "I go train at a boxing club not too far away, wanna join me?"

"B-boxing club? I-.." Yunho hesitated, a part of him wanting to stand up for himself and finally take revenge, but another part of his scared of the sudden change, "Uhh.. sure?"

"Great! I'll send you the address, time and date. Promise you'll be there?" San took his phone out and starting typing up a message.

"Yeah, promise." Yunho smiled sheepishly, knowing that his life could change for the better.

It was the next day, sunlight poured in from between the curtains, but that wasn't what woke Yunho up. His phone was ringing, it was an incoming call from San. He groggily picked up that phone and answered.

"Mm.. Hello?"

"Bro where are you, you're late!" San scolded over the phone.

"Hm? Late to what? It's Saturday."

"Boxing club! Did you forget?"

"But it's seven in the morning.." Yunho yawned loudly.

"Exactly, it started at 6:30. Hurry get ready!" San hung up and Yunho complied to his words. He got up and took a quick shower and wore whatever sweatpants and shirt he had and headed outside, setting up the GPS to the location of the boxing club.

After a short while, Yunho opened the door and was welcomed by San, wrapping his arm around his neck, it got a bit uncomfortable but Yunho guessed he was going to have to deal with it.

"Finally, you're here," They walked up to the training room and group of teens were sparring each other and talking, then San spotted the coach and went up to him, "Coach, this is my friend Jeong Yunho, could he train with us for a while?"

The coach squinted at Yunho, making fear rush through his veins. But then he smiled and said, "Sure! Go get yourself wrapped up and we'll start warm ups." The coach calls for an employee and asked to put his name on the roster.

"Wrapped up?.." Yunho asks San.

"Yeah, your hands? You need protection or you're going to break your knuckles one day" He gestures to a group of guys wrapping their hands in gauze and tape, "Come on, I'll teach you how."

They went over to the wrapping station and San started showing Yunho how to wrap his hands with the gauze. After getting confused and needing to re-do it multiple times, Yunho managed to wrap his hands properly. Meanwhile, the coach was writing the warm-up routine on the board:

Treadmill X 15

Sit-ups x 25

Crutches x 25

Star jumps X 50

Squats x 30

Russian twists x 20

Push-up x 25

"Well shit, this is gonna be a long day." Yunho thought.