For the past few weeks, he had been able to ignore the pain, but today it was unbearable. You had tried to persuade Jaekyung to rest, but he was stubborn as always, and even shouted when he didn’t get his way. Despite you being his physical therapist, Jaekyung still refused to listen. Thus, here the two of you are now…

“Are you going to take my place and get in the ring?!” Jaekyung’s voice booms through the lounging area of the gym as he shouts at you for giving him orders. With you being the physical therapist that you are, you continue with massaging his tense shoulder— trying to ignore his attitude. With his next match being only a few days away, Jaekyung couldn’t fathom the thought of taking a break from training. There are no breaks when you’re an MMA champion.

“You do your goddamn job and I do mine.” Jaekyung grunts out in a harsh tone before slapping your hand away from his shoulder, standing up, and walking out of the lounging area.