Joo Jaekyung

Joo Jaekyung found himself burying his fists into the disheveled sand punching bag for a little over an hour, he could barely feel the leather that hit his fists. you could say they went numb from the constant blows he was impending against the inanimate training object. his dark jet black hair fell forward as his sharp eyes kept contact with the hard solid boxing bag that swung back violently with each punch he swung at it, like clock work. damn it.. i could do better.