Untold Imagines (Jinjoo)

Massage (GB)

Request by -Aelix-

Sounds of a computer keyboard clicking reverberated through the lobby of a spa, a place where people get to unwind and have a breather after surviving a whole day of arduous work.

A man in office attire fitted nicely to his slender build made his way through the sliding glass doors with a hand rubbing the back of his neck, seemingly having a really rough day.

He strides towards the counter and places his blazer on top. "Good evening, Mr Ahn." the receptionist welcomed, seeing a courteous smile spread upon his lips, receiving the membership card he handed to her.

"Good evening." Yujin greeted back with hands clasped on top of the counter, watching as the lady swiped his card through the system. "Ah," she spoke, somewhat confusing the man.

"It looks like your massage therapist has changed." she looked up, meeting his gaze. "Is it?" he lifted his eyebrow. "What happened to Mr Choi?"

The lady checked the computer. "Looks like he retired," she says, chuckling delicately. "I guess it was time. He's been servicing me for two years." Yujin smiled gently, taking the card back from the lady.

She hummed. "Usually they don't reveal their name, but he might have felt some special connection with you." the lady typed some stuff into the computer. "Yeah...he was a nice man." Yujin draped his blazer over his shoulder, getting ready to go for his session.

"Who's the new one?" The lady clicked a few buttons. "Mr Kang, you've met him before," she said. Yujin nodded, smiling before making his way toward the lift.

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"Ahh..." Yujin sighed upon feeling warm water hit his face, running his hair back, doing his usual routine before his massage therapy session.

"Mr Kang..." he mumbled, turning off the tap, reaching for the towel, wiping his face with it, mind packed with everything related to work. He's an investor and has his own investment firm.

The man wraps the towel around his waist, making his way to the room where his session will take place, just a room away.

Feeling exhausted, he just laid flat on the bed spread with a clean duvet, adjusting the towel to cover his ass, laying his face on the little headrest.

Yujin slowly fluttered his eyes shut, hearing subtle footsteps approaching the room followed by the door creaking open. Thinking Mr Kang would get on with the standard procedure, an unfamiliar voice entered his head—a girl's voice.

"Mr Ahn?" she called out, lightly patting on his shoulder while Yujin glimpsed to see someone he has not once seen before. Someone so enthralling with hair to her shoulders being tied up, beige outfit lined with purple embroidery nicey fitted to her slender build. There's someone like her that works here?

"Who..." he examines her from head to toe, lying on his arm. "...are you?" Yujin smiles feebly, too charming that it slightly distracted the girl.

"Ah..." the girl cleared her throat, reaching for the little cart filled with ointments and fragrant lotions. "I'm your massage therapist? Did Mrs Jang not inform you?" she asked while Yujin tilted his head but liked the idea of her presence.

All of a sudden, someone opens the door. "Kim Minju, what are you doing here?" The man, supposedly Yujin's massage therapist, softly called out while the said girl looked at Yujin and back at the guy.