Min Yoongi is one of the best physiotherapists in Seoul.
Park Jimin is a young Football star with a groin injury.
They despise each other from the moment they meet. As far as Yoongi is concerned, Jimin is a rich, spoiled brat who is too used to ge...
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"Put me down," Jimin said, flushing with humiliation.
"I can walk." Yoongi just snorted at that.
"Lead the way," he told Arin. "His bedroom."
"This way," she said, walking ahead. At least she wasn't snickering at his expense again. By the time they reached the bedroom, Jimin's lip was bloody; he had been biting it to keep himself from making any noise. God, it hurt.
He was relieved and a little surprised when yoongi gently eased him onto the bed: he had expected him to be rough.
When Yoongi reached for the waistband of Jimin's sweatpants, Jimin grabbed his hand. "What are you doing?"
The guy gave him a weird look. "My job. I need to examine your groin."
Feeling silly, Jimin nodded reluctantly and told Arin, "Out."
"Bring me an ice pack, a wet towel, and bandages," Yoongi told her.
She nodded and hurried out of the room. Jimin looked at the ceiling while Yoongi pulled his sweatpants off, leaving him only in his briefs. Strong fingers touched his thighs, then his lower stomach and groin. Jimin grimaced. It didn't exactly feel pleasant. "Well...."
"It's been about ten days since you got injured, right?" Yoongi said.
"Yeah."
"The pain should have subsided by now," Yoongi said, sounding a little annoyed.
"My presence here is pretty much pointless if we can't start doing massages and exercises, and we can't do it during the initial acute phase. It should have been over by now. Did you follow Soo-Hyun's instructions?"
Jimin shrugged. "More or less."
"More or less?" Yoongi repeated.
"I'm not the type to sit still and twiddle my thumbs all day," Jimin said, still looking at the ceiling. Yoongi took a deep breath and breathed out audibly. Jimin suppressed a smile. Driving people crazy was one of his favorite things in the world.
"Look at me when I'm talking to you," Yoongi said.
Jimin met his eyes. "What?" he said, weirdly conscious of Yoongi's hands on his thighs.
"Soo-Hyun told me you wanted to return to the pitch as soon as possible," Yoongi said.
"Thanks to your own recklessness and stubbornness, you made your injury worse. You can't start training until the pain is mostly gone. You can only blame yourself if you miss the World Cup."
Jimin's lips thinned. Arin returned to the room and handed Yoongi what he had requested before leaving again. Silently, Yoongi sat down beside him, wrapped the ice pack in a wet towel, and pressed it firmly against Jimin's groin. "Do you now understand how stupid you've been?"
