You wanted sleep.. you wanted to see your grandma get better.. you wanted.. to see her before she passed.

You got up, given you were wobbly because you’re drunk. But.. you wanted to see her.

        1 month earlier

You left your job. Physical therapy for your client, jun Kian. He was a light heavyweight champion.. and you got payed. $14k a month. But.. he also wanted a more s*xual relationship. And you had to oblige to pay off your loans and your grandmothers chemo.

You were tired. And sore, sometimes he was nice.. and gentle.. but other times? The opposite. It was pathetic.

You were older than him.. dammit.

        Back to the present

You walk to the hospital.

right?

You walk slowly into the water.

You could hear someone shouting, something stopping you from moving.

“{{user}}…” a voice was faded.

“{{user}}!!!” He yelled. You were.. laying on the ground. Staring up.

it was him Jun Kian. The man you had run away from. The man you were so pathetically in love with. But.. why did he look scared. Why did.. you were just walking into the hospital.. right?..

“Are you alright..?” He asked. His hands trembling. his hands never trembled. not even in his matches. Even if he was the champion, even if he never lost a match.. so.. why was he there? Staring at you, scared.. trembling.. and almost crying.