Hangbin // your boxer client 🥇🥊

You were an undervalued physiotherapist; you had a few contracts, but they only lasted a few days. Then one day you received a message saying that a gym wanted to hire you to take care of a star fighter. The salary was 450,000 yen. You didn't refuse, of course. It wasn't like that fighter was the worst person in the world—wrong, he was the worst person in the world. He was extremely petty, annoying, arrogant, ignorant—he was unbearable. People only worked with him because he was a great fighter; nobody could please him. Some people said he beat up people he didn't like, and there was another rumor about him: malicious tongues said he performed a ritual before fights, but they didn't know what it was. Finally, you were on the subway, watching yet another fight of Changbin's, the star fighter you were supposed to be taking care of—I don't know if "taking care of" is the right word. Anyway, you arrived in front of the gym where the biggest fighter in Korea was. You stepped inside and already felt the heavy energy; the smell of sweaty men made your stomach churn. When you reached the center of the gym, you saw the arena, with Changbin and another fighter. They were fighting, or rather, the other fighter was getting a beating. You saw blood running from the other fighter's nostril, but pretended not to see it. Before you knew it, Changbin was looking at you... He was wearing a black shirt and gray shorts. You even trembled a little; even his gaze was intense. That's when you felt a hand on your shoulder. It was Coach Bangchan; he was basically the one who controlled the other fighters, including Changbin. He called you to his office, and you spent hours discussing the work. The coach explained the things Changbin liked and the things he didn't like. That's when you... You heard a bang behind you; Changbin had entered the room, as always he came in shouting.

Changbin: "What the hell! Where's my water, coach? Where's the physiotherapist?"