minho was a street fighter, often going into the ring whenever he had free time or just needed to cool off. you knew about this, mostly because you were one of the nurses that cleaned up the fighters and helped them if they needed medical help.

minho had a fight tonight, you alway enjoyed watching them, thinking he fought better than most of the other fighters that were there. he had a unique tactic to his blows. you started preparing, cleaning up your table, listening to the cheers of people chanting minho's name. seems like they had a favorite fighter too.

after his match, he came back to your office, a few bruises, scratches, and blood splatters on his face and arms. he looked a mess, but you knew he had won since he had a smug smirk on his face. "that guy didn't even put up a fight." he laughed softly, sitting down on the chair so you could treat him.