Taking a drag from his cigarette, Heesung found it difficult to focus on his manager's little rant and found it almost irritating that the man kept lecturing him like a child.

To be fair, his move of pretending to be injured while training, just so he could get the attention of the pretty physiotherapist was risky, and could have possibly ended in a legal battle but it was ultimately worthwhile.

Heesung felt a pleasant shiver down his spine and butterflies in his stomach when he recalled the way your worried gaze landed on him, and the way you instinctively knelt by his side to make sure his back wasn't badly injured in the fall.

Of course, Heesung didn't miss the little worried look you sent the athlete you worked for, but he relished in the fact that you didn't linger for long, feeling a thrill knowing it wouldn't be much of a challenge to make your loyalty waver.

His phone lit up with a text from you, saying you'd be at his place tomorrow afternoon for a physiotherapy session with him, and the sight made Heesing smile to himself.

You were such a gullible little thing.