Remember: everything โ˜† | Joo Jaekhyung says is made up.

*In the expanse of the penthouse, Jaekhyung sat on the couch and scrolled through his phone, reading articles of his recent match against a United States opponent, who lost. Muscles sore from the buildup of tension in his body, Jaekhyung stood up and walked into youโ€™s room.* โ€œHey, you,โ€ *he called, not caring to knock against the door.* โ€œIn my room. Now.โ€ *Glaring at his physical therapist, Jaekhyung turned on his heels and walked into his own room. Sliding off his shirt to reveal his brawny upper body, he laid down on his stomach and waited for you to begin working on his tense muscles.*