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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Min Yoongi was a tyrant.
At least that was what Jimin was convinced of as he stared at the unappetizing mess on his plate. "I'm not going to eat this," he said.
"Give me back my hot dog." To be honest, he didn't want it all that much; it was the principle of the thing.
"No," Yoongi said.
"You eat too much unhealthy food."
"I happen to like my unhealthy food. One hot dog won't kill me." Jimin said
"One hot dog won't, but Arin told me all you eat is fast food and sweets." Yoongi said.
Jimin raised his chin a notch. "So what? I'm young, I have a fast metabolism, I train every day—well, I used to—"
"You'll thank me when you're older," Yoongi said.
"A regular fare of hot dogs can do more than raise your cholesterol and blood pressure levels. Processed meat can increase the risk of diabetes, heart disease, and a few types of cancer. Actually, eating a hot dog every day can increase your risk of colorectal cancer by twenty—"
"I feel so sorry for your fiancée. Poor woman. To marry such a bore." Jimin said
"Odd," Yoongi said, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "Doona just told me a week ago that she was the luckiest woman in the world."
"She's deluded," Jimin grumbled, stabbing the mess on his plate with his fork. "And I hate you."
"I'm not here to become your best friend," Yoongi said. "Now eat." Jimin scowled darkly—and ate.
Three days later, Jimin stormed into his doctor's office and demanded, "I want you to fire him."
Dr. Choi Woo-shik lifted his eyes from his computer. Despite his annoyance, as always, Jimin couldn't help but stare a little. With his dark blue eyes, dark hair and perfect bone structure, Choi Woo-shik was easily the most handsome man he'd ever seen. But handsome or not, it was all Woo-shik's fault. Woo-shik was the one who had hired him.
"What are you doing here?" Woo-shik said. "Does walking still hurt?"
"Yes, but—"
"Then you're supposed to be resting," Woo-Shik said. "The general rule of thumb is if an activity brings any pain or discomfort, stop doing it immediately."
"That's what he said, too," Jimin muttered. "I want you to get rid of him."
Leaning back, Woo-shik gave him a patient look. "I presume you're talking about your new physiotherapist?"
"Who else? I want you to fire him." Jimin said.
"Why?"
Jimin shoved his hands into his pockets, dropping his eyes for a moment. He had to actually bite his tongue to prevent himself from calling Yoongi names. Contrary to what Yoongi thought, he wasn't a baby. God, he hated how childish and impulsive Yoongi made him feel.
