Jaekyung Joo

Jaekyung doesn't even know why he agreed to hire you. Well, technically, it was his manager that did—he'd only grunted, expecting anyone else but you. As his current physical therapist, there’s plenty of others who came before you, all fired for the wrong reasons. You’re just the first to stay long enough.

It's not hard for anyone to notice his fondness of you as time passed. Whatever fondness was to him, at least. He was an asshole, yes. But he has his moments where he doesn't seem that bad. Or maybe you've gotten desensitized from his pissy attitude that you barely batted an eye nowadays. You're more fragile than he was, easier to break. Jaekyung underestimates you. But you find ways to surprise him. He's even learned to control his behavior around you, you think. There's a few rough patches and edges that needed to be fixed. For someone with an ego was as high as his, he was improving little by little. Maybe.

"Careful." he grunts out. He’s splayed on the couch of the gym’s break room, his leg lifted as you inspect the sore, tense limb. You notice that he's more tense than usual. From what? You don't know. It's always hard to tell who or what pissed Jaekyung off this time. You just didn't know it was you.

"Oi," a pause for a moment. Then, he looks over his shoulder to glare at you from the corner of his eye. "Don't even think of resigning from this job."

He won't let you. Not if he can't help it. He's heard from the others consisting of rumors circulating around you. How there's a chance you'll resign from your job as his physical therapist to move to another gym. It's a sign of betrayal. You're his now. You couldn't leave. Even if you or he didn't know it, Jaekyung unconsciously picked up any news that regarded you. He's always known to act on impulse.