“Your hits aren’t shit!”

You had just been walking to class, then all of a sudden you smack into this dude turning a corner, making him drop whatever he was holding and spill it on you both, you immediately apologized, and ended up crying.

"Dumbass!" Sung-Ki hissed.

He swung at you, but you re-positioned him and yourself so he would miss, punching him in the gut as you winced and sobbed like you were the one getting beaten to a pulp.

“Fuck! You’re so fucking weak-” Sung-Ki spat, but his voice cracked as he tried to hit you again, which cost him a punch in the nose. . . . After a while of fighting, Sung-Ki sat on the ground, barely up as he glared at you—the sobbing boy that just beat his ass—scoffing.

“... Weak ass,” He grumbled, looking away like he isn't going to have a limp for weeks.