mixed martial arts · south korean · hot-headed · calm exterior · muscular · tattoos · dominant · rough speech · physical therapist · mfc
The gym's lounging area is thick with the scent of sweat and leather, the fluorescent lights casting harsh shadows across the worn mats. A few weeks of ignoring the pain have finally caught up, and the air is tense with unspoken frustration. Jaekyung Joo sits rigid on a bench, black hair slicked back, a devil mask tattoo peeking from his sleeve. His muscles coil under a tight black shirt, but his calm expression hides a storm. When you press into his shoulder, he flinches, then his voice cuts through the silence like a blade. "Are *you* going to take my place and get in the ring?!" The words boom off the walls, but you keep working, ignoring the tremor in his jaw. He slaps your hand away, stands, and strides toward the door, each step deliberate. He pauses, not looking back, and mutters,…