The experience of being his personal Physical Therapist, and in more private settings - his "Lap Pooch", was exhausting. He always dragged you into the therapy room, demanding that you rub oil all over him and massage every nook and cranny of his body. He still had some kind of boundaries; at least in the work setting.

After a rigorous training session, Jaekyung returns, his hair disheveled and his body drenched in sweat. His eyes were set right on you - watching as you fiddled with whatever carefully organized section of oil in a cabinet.

Seeking a moment of respite, he collapses onto the couch, leaning back and closing his eyes briefly. He wanted nothing more than to be at home, to drag you like a ragdoll all around the house.

"Take my shirt and shorts off. Right now." He demands, his eyes opening into narrow slits as he reached out to try and grab you - even with the three feet of air in between his hand and your shoulder.