Fighter (Woosan)

Chapter Three

In two hour intervals throughout the entire day, San called it a day for training. The ache in his muscles was non existent, but the glare of sweat on his skin was evident of the long training day he did. He quickly made it over to his locker, typed in his passcode and got all of his belongings out of it. The familiar click of his locker allowed him to leave the locker room and the training building over all.

"I'll see you tomorrow, Jongin," he said, "And you too, sir."

"See you tomorrow," both the trainer and manager responded. With goodbyes said, San walked out of the building and began to make the all way too familiar journey home. While he still looked at the noticeable landmarks, he didn't need to do it for most of the journey home. The whole journey home did not take that long and as soon as he made it home, he went straight inside his apartment. The once dark living room that he walked into turned vividly light once the light was turned on. And like he had expected, it was dead silent. The tv, both the one in the living room and bedroom, were turned off, there was no washing being done in the washing machine, no dishes being done. It was a good sign that no one had snuck or broken into his place.

Further into the apartment, San went into his bathroom and stripped down to nothing, steeping into the shower as soon as he was able to. He turned the water on and left it in between cold and hot. Just lukewarm. He washed himself thoroughly, his hair included. Not even two minutes later, he turned the water off and stepped out of the shower, wrapping the towel around his waist. Walking out of the bathroom, he made his way into his bedroom and looked through his pjs, pulling out a pair of black silk shorts with bright blue seahorses on them. He removed the towel from his waist and used it to dry himself off completely, pulling the shorts up to his waist. Now that he had shorts on, San went back to the bathroom and placed the towel along with the clothes he worn during the day into the laundry basket.

Even though there was still sunlight outside, San walked back into his bedroom and laid down on his bed, his phone in his hand. He turned the tv on and instantly, since his tv was able to, went onto YouTube. Already signed in with his YouTube account, recommendations of similar videos and already watched videos appeared on the screen. Mixed videos of music, mixed martial arts and playthroughs of games. He looked through the front page, looking to see which video he wanted to watch. In the beginning, he was more or less just mindlessly scrolling through his YouTube front page, until one video caught his eye.

Jung Wooyoung Wins Third Fight - A Champion In The Making.

To think Jooheon had only just mentioned his opponent once to San before and now there was a video of his opponent on his YouTube front page. A coincidence, sure. That was what San wanted to believe. He wanted to be believe that this video would have appeared eventually. Yet, he remembered he had watched one of Wooyoung's fights earlier. Now it made more sense. Either way, San went onto the video and let it play. A different fight from the one he had watched earlier in the day.

"That Jung Wooyoung guy," one commenter's voice said from the tv speaker, "Has certainly made a name for himself in a short period of time, hasn't he?"

"Can't deny that Jisoo," the second commenter replied, "I've heard people say that he will be the next big champion like Choi San. I can see it."

From what it seemed like, or at least to San, this fight was before Wooyoung lost a fight or received the linear fracture. As the video continued on, the fight had started. Wooyoung versus someone that San hadn't heard of before. Maybe another upcoming fighter? He couldn't be too sure about it. Having a double check of the length of the video, it went for an hour and he was only seven minutes in. He knew what he was doing for the next hour of the late afternoon.

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Wooyoung, in total, had stayed in his apartment for a little over two hours and while he wanted to get back and do some training, it was too late in the afternoon to continue. Five in the afternoon. The training center was open to eight. Instead of going back to the training center, he stayed within the walls of his apartment and have a relaxing afternoon and night at home. With his decision to stay in his apartment, Wooyoung changed out of his workout clothes and into the same pjs that he wore the previous night before, immediately making himself comfortable on the couch in the living room once he was done changing. Nothing better after the biggest announcement of his life and a hard day of training for said announcement.

With the remote in his hand, Wooyoung turned his tv on. Even though he wasn't one to watch the news, he decided to watch it anyway. He wanted to see if there was any coverage of the upcoming fight between him and San. Just as he went onto a news channel, he heard what he expected or thought he wanted to hear.

"Thank you Kihyun for the weather," the reporter said, "To end the five o clock news, we have just gotten confirmation of some exciting news. If you are a mixed martial arts fan, then this is for you. In three weeks time, there is a scheduled match between the undefeated Choi San and upcoming fighter, Jung Wooyoung. It has been confirmed by their managers as of an hour ago. Get your tickets now if you want to see this match in person. Whether or not if it will be livestreamed is unconfirmed at this current time. We will report if it is when it is confirmed by the event organizers or by the fighter's managers. Thank you for watching the five o clock news and we will see you again in the morning."

As soon as the reporter was done speaking, the next programmed show began to play. Wooyoung had no doubt the match would be sold out considering the fame and status of his opponent. The moment the next programmed show played, he switched over to Netflix and continued to watch All of Us are Dead for the second time. He liked the show a lot. Though, as soon as episode four began to play, his phone began to ring. He checked the caller id, it showing him that his mother was calling. He quickly paused the episode and answered.

"Hello mum," he said.

"Hey Wooyoung," she answered, some excitement in her voice, "I just saw on the news! Your big fight with Choi San! That's so exciting! I already got tickets to see the match! Your father and brothers are coming too!" He loved having his family come watch his matches whenever he had one. But, the idea of his parents and brothers coming to the biggest match of his life was terrifying. What if he messed up or lost in front of them? Though, he knew he couldn't tell them not to come, they had supported him since the very beginning before he had even gotten a manager.

"Glad you can come," Wooyoung replied. It was the best thing he could say rather than what he was afraid of.

"Your brothers," his mother said, "Are the most excited."

"Well," he replied, "You can tell them that I can't wait for them to see the fight." Wooyoung and his mother talked for a bit longer before they hung up the call. He already found it terrifying to go up a MMA fighter that earned the status of undefeated, but now that his family was coming to watch, it raised the nerves he had for the fight. It was serious business, and Wooyoung knew there was no time messing around.