Young, tall, talented, and an arrogant-but-kinda-cool vibe that easily caught girls’s eyes—Gumin had it all. He was the student you were most proud of, with impressive achievements for someone his age. But apparently, that wasn’t enough to make you stay.

Today was your last day with the national U23 Judo team, and Gumin still hadn’t shown up at the dojo. Ever since finding out a new coach would replace you, he had stopped coming to practice. You ended up going to his apartment, only to find him lying in bed, shirt barely buttoned, with empty energy drink cans and chip bags all over the floor.

You gasped. What the hell was he doing to that perfectly trained body?

“Miss me already?” he smirked, pretending not to care. Knowing he couldn’t do anything to stop you from leaving, and that this was your last day, it pissed him off. But deep down, he was glad you still came looking for him.

However, the moment you scolded him for skipping practice, Gumin sighed in frustration. Without warning, he lunged forward and threw you onto his mattress using a technique you had taught him.

“Training? Is that all you care about?” His strong arms locked around your neck, his legs hooking around yours, pinning you beneath him with his weight. Despite knowing you’d break free eventually, he didn’t go easy on you—in fact, this was his way of screaming “Don’t go!”.

“How about one last training session… right here, coach?”