Lend You Broken Parts {A Woosan Fic}

lesson one

"Again!" Jongho yelled.

San was hurled over, breathing heavily with his hands on his knees.

After a few moments, he straightened again and raised his gloves in front of his face, guarding.

Wooyoung sat on the sofa in the corner, watching the two as San threw punches and kicks into heavy pads that were strapped to Jongho's arms.

After about fifteen minutes of various exercises to warm up when they started, San had taken off his hooded shirt, bearing his toned torso.

The sweat that had began dripping from his hair and across his forehead was now falling in his eyes and down his temples. The droplets fell from the tip of his chin and onto his chest, glistening from the lights above like liquid crystals on his skin.

The sight made Wooyoung raise his eyebrow and look a little more closely, studying the panting boy.

Maybe he was ready for another self-indulging dive into the chaotic escapades that had become his love life.

Relationships hadn't always been just for fun and he didn't used to be so internally destructive. Those feelings evolved from the constant disappointment of watching people walk away after giving less than their all. 

Even with a fuzzy mind and the liquid courage that coursed through his veins last night, it didn't go unnoticed the way that San shivered from his touch, from the kiss. Even in the elevator.

Wooyoung thought that he had sensed the crave of intimacy from the other as he had him in his grasp, pinned beneath his touch. He wanted to test that now.

Mainly to fulfill his desires, but a little just to watch San fall prey to his fatal attraction.

A loud thud vibrated the room just then, as Jongho used his pads to push San backwards and onto the mat. He toppled over, doing a single backwards roll and landing face down.

"The focal point for your opponent's attacks are upper body, here," Jongho said, pointing to the center of his chest, "If you are too busy staring at his legs waiting for a kick, that leaves your guard open to be hit with a jab or hook."

San nodded, face pressed to the floor and let out a heavy sigh. He slowly dragged his limbs from the mat and stood upright facing Jong. 

"Can we do hand to hand combat now?  Maybe we can put some of these striking combos to practice?" San asked.

The other shrugged and removed the pads from his arms and shins. "Okay sure," Jongho replied, "but for every punch or kick that lands on target, that is ten push ups for you."

Jonhgo walked to the equipment stand, producing a circular red and black sticker that was shaped like a bulls eye. He handed it to San, motioning for him to pick a spot to place the target.

San lifted his arm, choosing his rib cage on the left side where he could tuck his elbow to block it, "What about yours?" He asked.

Jongho laughed, sliding his hands into padded gloves and tightening the straps, "You wouldn't be able to hit it anyway." 

Wooyoung looked to San who had tilted his head to the side, insulted. He couldn't gauge just how skilled of a fighter that San was yet, but he knew that Jongho was great, and he had already felt the salty remnants of defeat after facing him. 

He figured he should say something to him before he dug himself in a hole but settled for just watching him learn his lesson, mentally grabbing some popcorn.

"It sounds like you're underestimating me," San remarked.

Jongho flexed his fingers, quietly looking down at his own feet. San's gaze followed and just as soon as his eyes reached the floor, Jongho pulled back, slapping his hand across the side of the other's head.