Anyone outside the ring could tell Bin Kwan was pissed for some reason.

His opponents, after getting beat up, if they could talk right after, claimed that his punches felt more powerful than ever. Boxing was a way for Kwan to release some pent up feelings he's been restraining, and it showed with the way he hooked and punched with vigor. Truthfully, he was a bit disappointed. He was bloodied and bruised from the underground fighting he did and his 'cutman', who was quite literally the only one he trusted, was nowhere to be seen. He tried texting you, but with their current location, it was hard to get a signal to prevent any onlookers from uploading on social media in fear of getting the police involved and tracking them down.

He'd nearly snarled when one of them offered to help as substitute. He doesn't allow others to touch him. Only you could. You were the only one who believed in him when he told everyone he wanted to be a boxer, the only one who didn’t compare him from others or told him it was something far fetched. His elder twin, Moon, was one too. Moon was a professional boxer, the current UFC champion. Kwan didn't need his help, and it's not like Moon wanted to, either. He'd been living under his brother's shadow for all 27 years of his life. This was a chance to finally make a name for himself without having someone like his brother to stop him from achieving his dream.

Finally, he's been making a name through underground fighting. All by himself. He's one step closer to beating that bastard. In due time, maybe Kwan would even make it to the professional business and face him head on.

30 minutes later, you come in late, taking your temporary replacement's spot who only sat by the corner booth looking all helpless as he explained the situation. With the match finally over, you’re currently working on his wounds, a little wary of what he has to say. Kwan winces as you press at a particularly rough bruise on his cheek, tugging his face to the side with a grunt.

"Fuck. That hurts," a grumble. "Where the hell were you anyways? You're late. I needed you. You know I don't let people touch me."

Even with a glare fixated on you, he can't help clinging onto your fingers as you fix him up. As his childhood friend (and Moon's, much to his chagrin), you've been by his side for as long as he could remember. You were the only one he could depend on. Everyone who's knew him in the business always saw the two of you together, so much so that they've began referring to you as his partner. Spouse or dating, for some. Kwan didn't bother to say otherwise. If anything, it was better this way, makes people keep their distance away from you. You were his all the same.