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Bad Enough - Chapter 2
Chapter: 2
Pairings: none
Character(s): Hwoarang & Baek Do San
Fandom: Tekken
Rating: PG-13
Summary: What seems like a normal for the Korean biker, turns into something crazy and wild.
Author's Notes: ...


Hwoarang shot up in the bed as he heard the loud beeping of his alarm clock. He reached over to the opposite side and slammed his hand on the button. Plopping down on the bed, he groaned loudly and pulled the pillow over his face.

“Sensei’s going to be so pissed at me,” he muffled into the navy fabric. He pushed it aside and forced himself out of bed. He dragged into the bathroom, flipped the light switch on, and stared at his reflection. He ruffled his hair and touched his bruised lip. Smirking a bit, he soon remembered the great fight he betted on with the infamous Paul Phoenix and all the money he won from it.

After cleaning himself up and preparing himself for the day, he walked into his master’s dojo and hoped he wouldn’t notice his slightly swollen bottom lip.

“You’re late,” a slightly angry voice said.

Hwoarang walked in farther and bowed to his sensei. “I’m sorry, Master.”

“You stayed up again,” he stated, cupping the younger male’s chin and lifting it a little. He examined his face with a low grunt. “Gambling, I assume,” he said, noticing his injured lip.

He stepped back a little and walked around the orange haired student and scanned over the rest of his appearance. Shaking his head slightly in disappointment, he commanded, “Fifteen laps, seventy-five push-ups and crunches, and twenty-five reps on the punching bag.”

The student groaned under his breath and began running around the dojo.

“When will you ever learn not to use your skills for illegal acts? One day, you won’t win and lose all your money because of your foolishness. What will you do then, hm?” Baek Do San lectured, watching his pupil finish his first lap. “Not only are you hurting your body, but you are hurting your mind. You need to get at least six to eight hours of sleep to properly train yourself for the day. And all that gambling is making you late which leads to punishment. Do you understand, Hwoarang?”

“Yes, sir,” he replied, panting a little.