The guy across the gym is unbearable.Every morning at 6 a.m., he’s there in another sleeveless shirt, throwing around impossible amounts of weight and making enough noise to echo through the entire building. Grunts, groans, low breathy curses, like he’s starring in his own workout montage. You try to ignore him. Really, you do. But after weeks of accidentally timing your workouts around him, catching his smug little smirks in the mirror, and hearing those sounds through your headphones, ignoring Bang Chan becomes a lot harder than it should be. Especially once he realizes you’ve been listening.