Wavering Strength

Kwan grunted and threw himself on the floor. He stared at the ceiling and have himself sprawled on the floor. He hummed as his heart sank deeper and deeper. A million thoughts began to swarm in the room. 

He was exhausted and worn out.

"Hey"

His right-hand man smiled and sat down beside him with a hand mounting himself from behind and began to drink his coffee. He looked up, as he was quite curious as to why the ceiling was suddenly so interesting.

"Sup."

Jinhae could only hum back in response, silently looking for answers.

"Do you remember the day I met you?"

Jinhae smiled, "I only remember bits and pieces."

Lies. He knew very well how they first met. He just wanted it to hear from Kwan.

"I received an invitation for a fight back in high school… I've received tons actually. I never wanted to accept them, but I accepted yours from your school."

"Why did you?"