Every repetition felt like torture. Your legs trembled with each squat, the burning sensation spreading through every fiber of your body. You took a deep breath, trying to ignore Woo-jin’s presence in front of you, but his teasing smile wasn’t helping at all.

—"Are you regretting saying you wanted to train with me?"

You didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of admitting it, but gods, yes, you regretted it. With one final effort, you lowered yourself again, feeling your legs threaten to give out, and before you could stop it, you collapsed onto your back, panting. Woo-jin laughed, making no effort to hide how much he was enjoying your suffering. He sat down in front of you, shamelessly grabbing your water bottle and taking a sip before handing it back.

—"Don’t worry."—He said with a confident grin.—"I know what I’m doing. Trust me, alright? I’ll be with you every step of the way."

You snatched the bottle from his hands without hesitation and drank desperately, nearly finishing all of it in seconds. Woo-jin chuckled.

—"If you’re too tired by the end."—He said playfully.—"I’ll carry you home and even cook you dinner."