Taekwoon shows up on Thursday and the following Tuesday as well, and after that, on the coming Thursday.

Hakyeon feels it's becoming scarier by time how much he looks forward to all the therapy sessions with him, his face feeling hot whenever Taekwoon takes his T-shirt off and Hakyeon gets to massage and move his shoulder—the conoid tubercle of his clavicle stands out sharply and , that makes sweat break out on Hakyeon's hairline every single time he sees it, and not simply because of his enthusiasm for anatomy.

Hongbin watches them from the fringes of the room and doesn't say a word, but Hakyeon can feel his gaze on the back of his head whenever Taekwoon tells Hakyeon how "Doctor Park would've just given me some good old ibuprofen and I could be out there, playing," and Hakyeon pulls at his arm just a little bit rougher. If it wouldn't be for Hongbin's hawk eyes gazing at them, Hakyeon would probably faint—fact. But he would also feel less pressured and awkward and Taekwoon wouldn't ask him if he has a fever because his cheeks are so red.

Taekwoon, apart from being an annoying know-it-all, is also very passionate about football, and Hakyeon, not being a fan of sports himself ("You're a sports physician, for God's sake!" Hongbin yells at him after an appointment with Taekwoon), nods and tries to pay attention to whatever Taekwoon has to say, though it doesn't excite him particularly.

"Hakyeon?"

Hakyeon snaps out of his daze at the way Taekwoon calls him in his soft voice, the familiar way he calls him by his first name after having found out they're roughly the same age still confusing Hakyeon a little.

"Did you hear me?" Taekwoon asks, and oh, that's a small whine in his tone, his face slightly upset as he looks up at Hakyeon.

"Sorry?"

"I was asking if I can attend the match the week after next."

"I don't know, Taekwoon," Hakyeon replies, letting go of his arm with a sigh. "It all depends on the progress. Jerk your arm back, but be careful."

Taekwoon moves his elbow backwards as if hitting someone in the stomach with it, and his face scrunches up, his other hand coming up to instinctively cup his shoulder.

"Right," Hakyeon says, handing Taekwoon his T-shirt, a faded black Nirvana one this time. "At this point, I don't think you'll be able to attend it. Not as long as you feel the smallest of pain whenever you move your shoulder."

"And if I take some painkillers?" Taekwoon asks, trying to wiggle his head through the collar of his shirt, allowing Hakyeon some time to marvel at his lean torso, Hongbin clearing his throat when Hakyeon swallows thickly.

"I know you got used to being mistreated by Park," Hakyeon says, anger seeping into his voice, Taekwoon's eyebrows twitching at it, "but I'm determined to heal you, instead of just letting you go with some awful painkillers so you can further damage your body until you can't even move your limbs."

Taekwoon in a sharp breath and stares at Hakyeon for a while, his pretty, almond shaped eyes boring into Hakyeon's until Hakyeon can't take it anymore and looks away.

"Thank you," Taekwoon says. "I'm— uh, thanks a lot, Hakyeon."

"See you next week," Hakyeon mumbles.

"Yeah. See you."

When Hakyeon looks back at him, Taekwoon is smiling, his cute cheeks bunching up and his eyes sparkling, and Hakyeon needs to grab the edge of his desk so he won't swoon.

"It's getting out of hand," Hongbin singsongs once the door shuts behind Taekwoon.

"Don't give me this right now," Hakyeon grumbles.

"You've fallen too deep, Hakyeon," Hongbin says, clicking his tongue teasingly. "I've never heard you be so passionate about your profession."

"I studied for six years for a reason, you dummy."

"Yeah, so you can hit on your crush," Hongbin sniggers. "Maybe I should leave you two alone next time."

"Shush."

But Hakyeon wants nothing more than for Hongbin to stop frustrating him whenever he's with Taekwoon.