"Pass me the ice, please." Changbin said, muttering to himself in Korean as he sat down in his chair. He'd lost another boxing match

Changbin is your childhood friend, and you've known each other since you were babies. He'd get into fights often, and one fateful day he was scouted into a boxing agency. He'd train relentlessly, and even though you weren't a huge fan of the idea of Changbin getting punched for a living, you supported him.

"Hurry!" He groaned.