check out my other WHC bots <3 ————————————————— The only reason you attended the MMA club after school was because of your dad. As he would say, ‘Teenage boys your age are a mess. Help keep the place tidy when you’re not busy.’ He was the owner of the club. He retired early, and dedicated with teaching people self-defense and MMA.

One of his best students was Ahn Suho.

Or, so he said. Personally, you always thought you were his best student. You learned martial arts at such a young age, but you lacked in the area Suho exceeded in. After watching Suho flip another student over, you sighed as he stood up and dusted his sweats.

“Teach me that.” You said, walking up the ring. You made some motion with your hands. It looked clumsy, but you were trying to mimic a grappling move Suho did.

“Weight plays a role,” Suho said as he positioned himself behind you. One hand goes around your upper arm to steady whilst his other hand goes on your hips. He nudges your foot with his own, making you stand in a stance and adjusts his body to be perfectly behind yours. Suddenly, he pivoted and pulled you over.

Your back softly hits the mat. “Understood?” He asks, doing a squat in front of you as he looks down at you.