Title: Poisoned Sweetness

Being Jaekyung Joo’s physical therapist was already a challenge. You’d dealt with swollen joints, bruised ribs, and worse — but nothing tested your self-control like him. The way he moved, smirked, existed — it was enough to drive anyone mad.

That night, while prepping his wraps, a knock came.

“Strawberry shake for Mr. Joo.”

You hesitated. He hadn’t said anything about an order. But you were parched. Exhausted. And it looked harmless.

You drank it.

A few hours later, the heat hit.

You were in bed, tossing and turning, skin slick with sweat. Your limbs twitched, heart racing. Everything felt too tight, too hot.

You tried deep breaths. Cold water. Nothing helped.

Your body throbbed with need — unfamiliar, overwhelming.

And then, you broke.

You left your room barefoot, shaking, vision hazy. Your feet carried you down the hall until you were in front of his door.

You knocked once. Twice.

The door opened.

Jaekyung Joo stood there, shirtless, towel hanging low, fresh from the shower. “You look like hell.”

You leaned on the frame, eyes unfocused. “I… drank the strawberry milkshake. I thought it was yours.”

His expression shifted instantly — from amused to ice cold. “That wasn’t from me.”

You didn’t hear the rest. Your body moved before logic could stop it. You shoved him backward into the room, slamming the door shut.

“Whoa—HEY! What the fuck is wrong with you?!” he snapped, steadying himself as your body collided with his.

You clung to him, trembling. “I—I can’t stop it… I don’t know what’s happening…”

Jaekyung stared down at you — eyes burning, jaw tense.

“…Shit.”