1.10 My hero, His doll (1/1)

Yoochun stood in the ring once again, this time he was facing an older, bigger boy. This time it was the final match, the match to decide the national champion in the under seventeen league, yoochun wanted to win, badly. Sneaking a look behind his back, just to look at junsu before the match begun, just to see him cheering him up was all he needed for motivation, he was going to let junsu have the trophy, he knew junsu would like it Unlike Shindong Kim Jong Kook wasn't older and bigger, he was huger than yoochun. He was towering over him, and his body was so ripped that he looked for sure over twenty one years old, it was hard to believe he was only sixteen years old Yoochun frowned, his shoulder wasn't in its best condition right now, but he was going to fight still. He had to go down on his knees and beg his coach to let him fight and now he was going to fight, he wasn't going to stop no matter what Taking a deep breath and focusing on the matter in hand yoochun went through the plan in his mind once again, it wasn't easy. But, his couch and he had gone through the plan a few hundred times by now, he memorized it already. But, pulling it and actually doing it in the match was something else entirely Yoochun was to use his speed and the advantage being small gives him. He was to focus on swift attacks and try as much as he could to avoid being dragged into an up close battle. The announcer was mumbling something again, yoochun couldn’t hear him. He was so focusing on the match he didn't even care what the man was saying right now, he just waited till the old looking judge gave the signal and the match began Yoochun bowed to the judge and to his opponent, just like the other boy did and it began Yoochun and his opponent began circling each other, both willing the other to attack first, both too careful, both knowing that winning this won't be easy Finally, twenty seconds into the match Kim Jong Kook decided he was to make the first move and launched toward yoochun trying to hit him. Yoochun dodged it perfectly and was about to attack himself when Kim Jong Kook directed a second attack toward him, trying to punch him at the same time while trying to kick him Yoochun's fast reflexes kicked in and he performed one perfect back flip and got away from Kim Jong Kook's reach, he was safe, or was he? Yoochun's shoulder was hurting like hell once again, he had to use both hands to do the back flip, and so he used his shoulder which began hurting again, damn it bad, but hell if he was going to back out of the fight because of an injured shoulder ►◄►◄►◄►◄►◄►◄►◄►◄►◄►◄►◄►◄ Park Jung Soo eyed his youngest son, watching his every move. When yoochun did that back flip the crowd cheered him on, but he frowned, he noticed it. Yoochun winced; he winced as he used his left shoulder. His shoulder was injured, indeed. 'Father' yunho whispered to him in English, his son had noticed too. The look in his eyes was worried 'He won't forgive you if you stopped the match and forced him to forfeit, you know. He won't ever forgive you. Just let him fight, he knows when to stop, and his coach won't let him go too far' Park Young Woon whispered to his brother, knowing what was on his brother's mind Park Jung Soo sighed, he knew his brother was right, but still it didn't make him feel any better, he just felt helpless. ►◄►◄►◄►◄►◄►◄►◄►◄►◄►◄►◄►◄ Yoochun dodged another attack and frowned. The smirk on Kim Jong Kook's face when he eyed him after he landed from his back flip, the way he kept attacking his left shoulder and the way he kept trying to make him get into a up close battle said he had found up yoochun's weakness already, and he wasn't going to hesitate about using it. Yoochun ditched the plan now; it wasn't going to work anymore when Kim Jong Kook was focusing all his energy to hit his injured shoulder. He had to defend himself from the human bulldozer  The best defense is to attack, yoochun always believed so; he went by this in his life and in his matches. This match was no difference. Yoochun changed his position; he left his injured shoulder open for attacks as bait. Bait which Kim Jong Kook took at once Yoochun was panting, he was tired and he had dodged too many attacks. That seemed to have one good side which he was unaware of. Kim Jong Kook was getting careless now, he was getting cocky and his focus wasn't as before, yoochun knew how to play his cards at once Yoochun attacked, out of the blue actually, and Kim Jong Kook had no problem in kicking him off and throwing him to the floor Kim Jong Kook was one point ahead of him now; his kick had hit yoochun's injured shoulder, just as he knew it would Yoochun got up, it was almost a minute into the match, he got thirty seconds to finish his plan and win this match. It was count down now, win it or lose it Yoochun attacked again and again he got hit on the shoulder, and again he felt to the mat Kim Jong Kook's smirk was so wide now; his hands weren't even held up in defense as he stood towering over yoochun now, waiting for the time to finish. Waiting for the clock on the scoreboard to show one minute, thirty seconds, so he will win the match Yoochun waited, he was panting and wincing on the mat, looking at his worried family, at his coach, all begging him to get up. He waited, still on the mat, and finally the clock showed one minute twenty seconds  Yoochun tired to get up; he tried and fell down again, and tried again and fell down. Kim Jong Kook wasn't even moving or blinking, standing right in front of him and watching the clock, not paying him much attention, being so sure he won the match and the title for the third time in a row The clock showed one minute twenty five seconds. Yoochun smirked. It was time, he knew it. Yoochun pushed the mat with his hands and jumped up flying in the air and punched the not paying attention Kim Jung Kook in the chest a double punch They were tied now, but not for long, yoochun's attack wasn't over yet. After the double punch Kim Jong Kook stumbled backwards a few steps, yoochun took advantage of that and grabbed Kim Jong Kook right hand in between his own hands. With his left knee behind Kim Jong Kook knee for help he sent the man flying with a body kick As Kim Jong Kook landed on the mat the clock showed one minute, thirty seconds. The beeping sound was heard, match was over, it was all over now Yoochun looked up at the scoreboard, he was four, and Kim Jong Kook was two. He won, he's the champion Yoochun smiled although he was feeling so much pain, his shoulder was dislocated for sure As the judge held his hand high up announcing him the winner, as he received the trophy and the medal yoochun tried to keep his eyes on junsu, seeing how happy he looked, trying to forget the pain in his shoulder After shaking hands with the judge, getting his picture taken and bowing to the crowd yoochun finally made his way back to the changing rooms 'I'll call an ambulance' his coach frowned at once, seeing how yoochun threw the trophy aside and clenched on his shoulder the second the door closed  'No…' yoochun fought against himself to try and hide the shiver in his voice ' I will go by myself later on. My family is waiting for me now' His coach shook his head; he could never force the boy into doing anything he didn't want.  'But I still think you should…' 'No its fine' yoochun smiled slightly ' I will deal with the jerks myself; I won't report them, no need. The tournament is over now, I don't care about fighting them'  'Not with this shoulder, you won't' his coach hissed and yoochun frowned, looking around in his sport bag for something 'Here' The voice startled yoochun, looking up he saw his father handing him two pills and a bottle of water 'For your shoulder... We're going to the hospital at once, we'll celebrate later' Yoochun frowned but took the pills; he needed any painkiller now he wasn't going to complain. 'Come on, there're a lot of reporters outside' Park Jung Soo sighed' the rest are waiting in the limo already' Yoochun nodded, changed and packed his stuff with the help of his coach and father. After bidding his coach bye and promising him to rest yoochun walked out with his father, he walked, or more likely pushed his way, through the reporters and finally got out of the building to the parking lot 'Father, no need for su to know about my shoulder' yoochun whispered before he entered the car, his father sighed and shook his head entering behind his son 'Your uncle, junsu and changmin took the other limo; they will meet us at the club after our little trip to the hospital' Yoochun nodded and rested his head backwards, he was tired 'Congratulations honey' his mother held his hand and kissed his cheek lightly, he smiled at her and whispered a thank you before he sighed ' that Kim Jong Kook is something alright' 'He was so taller than you' yunho nodded ' we thought you lost when you fell down' 'I wanted him to think so, to get cocky and let his guards down, which he did. I played my cards right' yoochun smirked and touched the medal which was still around his neck, the trophy was beside him, waiting to be gifted to junsu ►◄►◄►◄►◄►◄►◄►◄►◄►◄►◄►◄►◄ Luckily, yoochun's shoulder wasn't severely damaged. The doctor fixed the dislocated shoulder in a second and gave him some more painkillers, ordered him not to use it for a week or so and congratulated him on his winning before he allowed him to leave 'How did you injury your shoulder?' his father asked again, on their way to the club which the family owned. 'Some jerks decided to gang up on me before the match, trying to force me to forfeit' yoochun mumbled 'Did you fight back?' yunho frowned 'I couldn't. They were filming it, if a word got out that I was a part of an informal fight while on the tournament I would have been disqualified at once' yoochun frowned ' will take care of them soon' Park Jung Soo frowned, not sure he liked this, he was about to say something when the limo stopped, they had reached. Yoochun walked out first, even though he was still an underage he was allowed into this club because his father owned it, as simple as that. Entering with the trophy in his hand yoochun smiled, reaching to ruffle junsu's hair at once. The boy was frowning at him 'You're late~' junsu whined 'Sorry' yoochun smiled, pulling him into a hug' here you go, yours' he handed him the trophy and junsu's frown turned into a grin at once, a wide grin, he hugged the trophy and skipped back beside yoochun to the table where everyone was seated now After a few non-alcoholic cocktails and after yoochun ordered some food to eat, considering he didn't eat anything since the morning they sat chatting happily while yoochun waited for his food Yoochun excused himself to go to the bathroom and junsu followed shortly after with yunho. The clumsy yunho had spilled some of his drink on him as he tried to drink while ogling one of the girls in the club On their way to the bathroom they stood shocked, seeing one girl around seventeen years old, hitting on yoochun. Yunho blinked, yoochun was only thirteen and the girl was hitting on him still, shamelessly as well. Yunho was about to say something. He wanted to scold and shoo her off his underage brother when junsu rushed to yoochun, obviously not understanding what the girl was trying to do with yoochun. Junsu hugged yoochun's neck and grinned seeing the medal around yoochun's neck, the medal which the girl was playing with:' my hero' 'And who are you?' she frowned at junsu, not liking the newcomer, junsu blinked:' his doll' he pouted at her leaving her speechless, just as yunho was behind them…