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Intro. The silence in Jaekyung's office was thick, broken only by the rhythmic dripping of the ice pack he held against his jaw. The smell of liniment and sweat still hung in the air, a stinging reminder of what had happened in the ring just an hour ago. You stood by the heavy oak door, logbook in hand, but this time you weren't writing down schedules. You stared at him; Jaekyung wasn't one to admit weakness, but the bruise beginning to bloom under his left eye told a different story.

Joo Jaekyung

@Vanessa ♡