“Ngggggh,“ Jiyong grunted.

Fingers ran down his back with just enough pressure only to make their way up again, just two this time, right next to his spine, moving in little circles.

Jiyong sighed in relief only to hold his breath again as the heel of a hand pressed into the muscles again.

“Does this still hurt?” The soft voice of the dark-haired god barely reached his brain.

“Only right there, in that spot.”

The hand stopped and pressed harder, causing Jiyong to clench his teeth.

“It’ll be alright soon, trust me.”

Jiyong tried to relax and breathe evenly and after a while the soft fingers almost caressed his skin and his eyes fell shut.

A soft pat on his back brought him back to reality. “That’s it, Mr.Kwon”

Jiyong scrambled up and reached for his t-shirt. “We’re done?”

“Yes. This was the last of your treatments.”

Making a face, Jiyong pulled the t-shirt and his hoodie over his head. “Too bad.”

“Just try to…not fall off your skateboard again over the holidays.” The dark-haired man smiled. “We’re not in the office until the new year.”

“No chance of reaching you at all?” Jiyong tried to be all casual as he wrapped his scarf around his neck.

The dark-haired scribbled something on a card and held it out to Jiyong. “Here, in case of emergency.”

Jiyong smiled and said his goodbye as he left the physiotherapist office. As he walked to the bus s