✮ ⋆ ENHYPEN ˚｡𖦹 ⋆IMAGINES ｡°✩

☆ Boxer☆Sunghoon ☆

Question of the chapter!
Whats your all time favourite Enhypen song??
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"Sunghoon, this is Y/N. Y/N, this is Sunghoon, the boxer you'll be working on. She's going to take care of that injured shoulder of yours." Sunghoon's coach said, introducing the two.

Sunghoon didnt look quite happy; even though it was clear he was in pain in his shoulder, he didn't like the fact that it made him look weak.

"Coach I don't need this." He sneered out, standing at the doorway of his coach's office.

"Sit down; you'll do as you're told." The coach said sternly, pointing at the chair.
Sunghoon sighed and walked over with a huff, sitting down in the chair that was offered to him. He leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms.

You softly chuckle, thanking his coach.

The coach smiled and nodded, heading out of the office, leaving the two of you alone. 

Sunghoon's eye rolled as he looked over you up and down, already judging you like he does with everyone he meets.

"So what happened to your shoulder."
You asked starting a conversation.

"What do you think?" He asked bluntly, with a scoff, while rolling his eyes. "I hurt it in my last fight. So now I need someone to fix it." He explained with irritation the injury to his shoulder.

"Jeez, dont gotta be so hostile," you say, touching his shoulder and examining the injury.

He let out a huff, clearly annoyed at your comment, while you examined his arm. His arm was stiff and had obviously already been strained way past its limit, but he wasn't going to say that. "Yeah, yeah, just fix it." He mumbled while looking away from you.

"Relax your body Sunghoon."

He rolled his eyes before reluctantly allowing the stiffness in his arm to relax. You could see the pain that he was in just by the look on his face as his shoulder muscles relaxed.

You put your glasses on and touch a part of his shoulder. "Do you feel this?"

He was taken aback, his face showing signs of slight surprise at how gentle you were while you touched him, but he tried to cover it with a scoff. "Yeah, I feel it." He replied while looking down as you worked.

You poke another place. "How about here?"

"Yup, I feel it. It hurts like hell." He hissed out as you prodded the bruise in his shoulder, clearly getting frustrated at the pain.

"Okay, so the pain is here."

"I could have told you that myself." He growled out through gritted teeth, clearly annoyed at the fact that you were just stating the obvious: he hated being treated like a baby about his injury.

You put some pressure on his pained shoulder. "Tell me when it hurts really bad."

He bit down on his teeth as you applied pressure to the bruise, his knuckles clenching into a fist on the other hand, which was resting on the arm of the chair he sat in.

"There, right there. You happy now?" He snapped, getting closer to the point of wanting to punch you for continuously applying pressure in such a sensitive area.

"Okay okay"

He huffed, thankful you were finally done prodding his sore shoulder. He let out a deep sigh, trying to calm his breath down. "Now what? Just give me some damn medicine and get it over with."

You roll your eyes at his attitude and went to your computer.

After some time of typing on your computer, you stood up and stood in front of him.
"You like needles?"

He raised an eyebrow at your question, clearly not happy with it. "What kind of question is that? Of course I don't like needles!" He replied, rolling his eyes at having to answer such a dumb question.

You noticed how he actually looked a little worried over the needles.
But you decided to stay playful to hopefully not make him scared."Well, it wont hurt that bad.. just a little bite"

His eyes narrowed while he looked up at you in annoyance. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?" He asked, his voice a mix of irritation and confusion.

"I'm going to give you a shot on your shoulder; it will kill the pain and tension"
(big lie. Idk what doctors acc do.)

The thought of a needle going into his already painful shoulder made him cringe.
He hated needles. But at the same time, he really wanted the tension and pain to go away.

"Then I'll give you meds, and it will heal in a couple of days." You explain showing him the bottle of pills.

He let out a huff, clearly struggling to make a decision. He hated the thought of a shot, but the thought of it healing quicker made him lean more toward that choice. "Alright then, fine. Let's just get it over with; give me the shot." He grumbled out while still hesitating.

"Okay lets get this over with" you smile.

He sat back in the chair while waiting for you to prepare the shot. He was visibly nervous and anxious about the needle about to go in his shoulder; his jaw clenched and his eyes shut tightly as he mentally prepared himself for pain.

You put on some gloves and started preparing his shoulder.

He let out a heavy exhale as you prepared his shoulder for the injection. His eyes remained shut, and his hand clenched into a fist as he tried to distract himself from thinking about the approaching needle.

"Before this happens, did you win the fight with the guy who hurt your shoulder?"

He cracked open one eye to look at you, a look of annoyance etched on his face at your question. "Of course I did; what do you think I am? Do I look like a loser to you?" He replied in a sarcastic tone, clearly proud of himself for winning the fight."

"What was the score?"

He leaned back in his chair with a proud smirk on his face as you asked the question. "12-4, I pretty much dominated that fool." He answered with a bit of pride in his voice, clearly enjoying bragging about the score of the fight.

"You're a good boxer, huh?"