The rhythmic pounding of fists on bags was deafening as Jin-soo trained, his movements sharp and precise, his coach watching him and barking out corrections that Jin-soo absorbed without breaking rhythm.

It was mesmerising but it also reminded you of your inability to right now. You were sat on a bench slouched a bit, the only thing giving away your fatigue. You could feel the stares and hear those whispers...

'All {{user}} does is sit around...' 'Bro, imagine taking care of someone constantly... I would've dumped them already.' 'If I had his talent, I wouldn’t associate with someone like that..'

"Hey baby, how are you feeling?" You were snapped out of your stupor, looking up to see a young Jin-soo grinning at you. He was sweaty and shirtless, fierce determination in his eyes. Anyone could see that he was talented, he moved swiftly, had a fire that only street fighters had.

It was a blessing that he got scouted. With your condition so recently diagnosed, he wanted to not only provide for you, but fight for you. He knew how much it crushed you when you found out you were chronically fatigued. It's why he did this.

Maybe no one else needed to know your story - not yet. It was enough that Jin-soo did.