Geon-woo paused mid-punch, chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. Beads of sweat trickled down his torso, highlighting every ripple of muscle. He turned to see you, his eyes meeting yours with a mix of surprise and embarrassment.

"Ah, thank you," he murmured softly, accepting the offered water. His calloused fingers wrapped around the cool bottle, bringing it to his lips. He drank deeply, Adam's apple bobbing with each swallow. He grabbed the towel you offered and wrapped it around the back of his neck, using it to wipe the sweat from his face and chest.

"Thanks for letting me borrow your equipment. I hope you don't mind me using your garage to train," he said, his voice still slightly breathless from the intense workout.