"Go to sleep Sophie, I think I've had enough kisses for today," he chuckled as he turned onto his side slowly pulling out. I was beyond just exhausted to complain even though I whined loudly. He threw the condom into the dustbin next to the nightstand and pulled out a box of tissues."I c-can do it," I protested loudly out of shyness as soon as he had parted my legs again extending the tissue towards my core stopping only when I had held his wrist. "Let me do it, you already did all the work," I mumbled tossing him a lazy smile and making a short run to the bathroom. He shrugged when I closed the door behind me and I bit my lip standing in front of the mirror tracing my fingers over the hickeys on my collarbones. It was a blessing that they won't be visible through my usual shirts.

"Hm? Don't act like you weren't doing the same," he jokingly narrowed his eyes at me, resting his hands on both sides of me. I laughed throwing my head back, freely."I wasn't! I was just playing along," I defended raising my hands in the air and he gave me a distasteful expression. I snorted waving a hand in front of him dismissively."Sir?", I questioned when he didn't stop staring and he hummed still with his eyes fixated on mine, leaning forward and resting the side of his face on my lap."Bu-"I closed my eyes softly and turned my head to glare at Josh who was standing at the entrance with both our bags in hand and a guilty expression on his face since he was the one who let out the squeak. Mr. Kim, the head in my lap, had turned red, too embarrassed to look at the person standing at the door so he quickly jumped away from me rubbing his neck."What Jo?", I snapped, nudging for him to continue and he snapped out of his trance quickly dropping

"M-Mr. Kim," I heaved softly, placing my elbows and chin up on the ring surface so he could see me. Mr. Kim's head turned slightly towards me in a sideways glance while he tried to regularize his breathing. The truth is, he hasn't spoken a word to me since morning but I didn't expect him to keep it up in such a situation.My eyes watered and I quickly jumped on the outer surface behind him, turning his head to wipe the blood below his nose with my sleeve. he tried jerking his head away but I held his jaw in place not letting him turn his head away."I don't care if you're not talking to me, just listen. You're gonna do amazing now, it doesn't matter if you lost the first round. You're gonna win the fucking match. You know why? Because you're the most amazing boxer on the planet." He gulped nodding very slightly. Mr. Kim's eyes were dark, hooded and mostly very suggestive of how much he was hurting. It made me conflict between telling him to win or to relax

"Y-Yeah sure," he smiled before sighing nervously and shifted in his seat to face me. Josh stared at me before grasping my hand in his and all I could think of was how I didn't want this to go where I think this was going."I was thinking maybe we could go out tomorrow? You know, catch a movie, dinner?", My cheeks burn intensely under his soft admiring gaze, how could I say no to that? I knew it was just a friendly date and his nervousness was obviously unreasonable. "It's been a while you know since we've hung out, just you and me." I grinned and ruffled his hair causing his nose to scrunch up in distaste but before I could open my mouth to answer and plan further, my worst and best nightmare appeared at the entrance of the car and I sighed."She's not going anywhere, I have another fight day after tomorrow."      &

"Are you okay, Mr. Kim? You've been awfully upset over small things for the past few days. Is there something you'd like to tell me?", I asked with a deep frown. Something was off about him, not just today but for the past few days. In fact, ever since Teressa left, he's been acting weird. Too sensitive, too worried, and too anxious over everything.  It all became a little more prevalent with his lost match. I wondered if it took that big a toll on his mind for Nathan to just completely lose himself in his worries. "I'm just tired," I nod softly, not wanting to push, and led him to the couch. Perhaps, it was the after-effect of a heartbreak. He wasn't the type to be so expressive and emotional. He was almost always angry at me or at least somebody.