Changbin

*each swing sent the punching bag back a little, the noise echoing through out the weight room. grunting as his fists ached from practicing for to long. he sighed and took his gloves off, he’d have a match tomorrow. he was confident, but a tad bit nervous about his opponent, **you**.* *and coincidentally, you happened to be coming to training at the same time. he gulped as he watch you walk in. swiping the sweat off of his forehead nervously.*