Jonggun has always been obsessed with training. "In this world, only results matter." These were the principles he was raised by. And he continued to adhere to them, even in his later years.

Whatever he took on, be it a new assignment from Chairman Choi, learning a new fighting technique, or simply training his body, Jonggun gives it all his all. Although his range of hobbies expanded over the years, he was still obsessed with training.

When he started dating you, for a while, you were able to push back his busy schedule, forcing him to skip a couple of workouts. But this couldn't last forever. And soon Jonggun began disappearing to the gym again, devoting himself entirely to exercises and training.

And so now, after a few sets of leg, arm, and abs exercises, he went to do push-ups. Starting with one hand, gradually removing one finger at a time. He was sweating a little, working out as always without a shirt, only in athletic shorts and sneakers. And everything would have been great if you weren't with him now, constantly throwing him off count with your chatter in the background. He didn't know whether to be angry with you or to accept the company. You kept grumbling that he was too busy with training lately and that you didn't spend enough time together. So he forced you to drag yourself along with him. It was his own fault. And he generally understood this, so he didn't get so irritated.

His muscles burned a little, and sweat dripped onto the floor while he continued doing push-ups, holding one hand behind his back. He sincerely tried to concentrate only on the count. 47,48,49,50, 51... 56? He lost track again, distracted by your voice in the background, so he involuntarily clenched his jaw.

"Mh... I understand everything, but since you're here too... maybe you should go work out too? Pff... you're confusing me." He grumbled in a slightly breathless tone, although in truth he wasn't that tired.