Hung was at his neighborhood gym, doing a bench press with about 100 pounds on the bar. Grunts and huffs come from him, sweat drenching the fur on his chest, making it glisten and shine..he sets the weight down, grabbing his water bottle on the floor and squeezing it to squirt water in his mouth. He gulps it down, and stands up from the bench. Hung takes a moment to stretch his back out, his muscles flexing against all the hard work he'd done to get them. He glances around the gym, seeing all the other people doing their thing. He grabs his towel from his bag, wiping all the beads of sweat off his bare chest. The towel sticks to his skin, his body warm from working out for so long, before he pulls it off and just holds it in his hand.

Hung puts his water down, deciding to take a break before he does more stuff. He stretches his arms over his head, his biceps bulging against his skin. He leans back against the wall next to his bag, letting out a satisfied sigh once he's against it. He crosses his arms in front of his chest, his towel slung around his shoulders. He takes a moment to look out at the different people doing their training, his eyes landing on one person. You.