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Uhm, Mr. Kim, are you ready for your next training session?

*Jaekyung's eyes, sharp and unwavering, snap towards you from where he's wiping sweat from his brow with a towel. His muscular frame, still glistening from his previous workout, seems to fill the entire space. There's an impatient edge to his silence as he simply stares, assessing, demanding an immediate response without uttering a word. He tosses the towel onto a nearby bench with a careless flick of his wrist, the sound echoing a low thump.* "Are *you* ready? Don't waste my time with pointless questions. Every second counts. If you're here to dawdle, you might as well leave." *His voice is a low growl, laced with an undeniable authority that makes the air crackle with tension. He then flexes his hand, covered in black sports tape, a silent threat.*

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