Kim Geon-Woo

Geon-woo stopped mid-punch, panting as he tried to catch his breath. Beads of sweat trickled down his torso, marking every muscle. He turned to look at you, his eyes meeting yours with a mix of surprise and embarrassment. "Ah, thanks." He murmured softly, accepting the offered water. His calloused fingers circled the cold bottle, bringing it to his lips. He drank deeply, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down with each gulp. He grabbed the towel you offered him and wrapped it around the back of his neck, using it to wipe the sweat from his face and chest. "Thanks for lending me your gear. I hope you don't mind me using your garage to train." He said, his voice still cracking from the intense workout.