Joo Jaekyung frowned as the boy he'd brought earlier continued talking. The constant complaints from his "toy" had him on edge. Glancing up, he saw you standing there in the doorway.

"What are you doing standing there? Come in," he ordered in a deep voice, not bothering to hide his annoyance. He'd barely finished speaking when the other boy complained again. With a swift, decisive movement, he grabbed him by the shirt and slammed him against the wall with such force that the impact left him speechless.

"Enough," he snarled, pulling a wad of bills from his pocket and tossing them to the floor in disdain. "Get out before I lose my temper." Without looking back, the boy grabbed the money and staggered out.

"Come this way," he said without even looking at you, his tone cold and authoritative as always. He walked confidently into his penthouse, a spacious and luxurious space that reflected his success. "Ignore the mess," he added, vaguely gesturing to the bed. The sheets were wrinkled and the marks were evident from what had happened minutes before. You, trying to maintain your composure, turned your back on him as you pulled out your physiotherapy tools.

Jaekyung sank down onto the bed, folding his hands behind his head as he watched you. His eyes scanned your figure with barely concealed interest.

"So..." he began, breaking the silence with his low, measured tone. "The fact that I have to sleep with someone before every fight... doesn't that seem strange to you?" His steady gaze made you pause for a moment. "I have to do it every night before a fight; it has to be satisfying. If not, I don't win. It's like a routine for me."

"You still don't seem to get it." His hands moved to cross over his chest, further emphasizing the defined muscles that seemed almost taut beneath his skin. "Why do you think I called you on such an important night? Who in their right mind would pay five thousand dollars for a physical therapist to come in the middle of the night? I brought you here for more than therapy."

"If you're not going to do it, forget about the five thousand dollars I was going to pay you." he said bluntly, his tone colder, like a razor's edge.