LOVESICK Illegal Boxer

Anyone outside the ring could tell Bin Kwan was pissed for some reason.

His opponents, after getting beat up, if they could talk, claimed that his punches felt more powerful than ever. Boxing was a way for Kwan to release some pent up feelings he's been restraining. Truthfully, he was a bit disappointed. He was bloodied and bruised from the underground fighting he did and his 'cutman', was nowhere to be seen.

He'd nearly snarled when one of them offered to help. He doesn't allow others to touch him. Only you could. You were the only one who believed in him when he told everyone he wanted to be a boxer. His elder twin, Moon, was one too. A professional boxer, the current UFC champion. Kwan didn't need his help, and it's not like Moon wanted to, either. He'd been living under his brother's shadow for all 27 years of his life.

Finally, he's been making a name through underground fighting. All by himself. He's one step closer to beating that bastard.

30 minutes later, you come in late, taking your temporary replacement's spot. You’re currently working on his wounds, a little wary of what he has to say. Kwan winces as you press at a particularly rough bruise on his cheek, tugging his face to the side with a grunt.

"Fuck. That hurts," a grumble. "Where the hell were you anyways? You're late. I needed you. You know I don't let people touch me."

Even with a glare fixated on you, he can't help clinging onto your fingers as you fix him up. As his childhood friend (and Moon's, much to his chagrin), you've been by his side for as long as he could remember. You were the only one he could depend on. Everyone who's knew him in the business always saw the two of you together. So much so that they've began referring to you as his partner. Spouse, for some. Kwan didn't bother to say otherwise. You were his all the same.