Christmas and New Year’s passed by quickly, and the two of them are swamped with work. The dance program was no joke, and he slapped a heat pad over his lower back, just in case. When the two of them weren’t working, they were tracing down clues of her sister.

She had left a list of places that she would have gone to in her own book of maps, and slowly, Chaeyeon began to fills in her own as they visited more and more places when they could squeeze it in. He could tell that her perseverance was starting to fade.

“What if I never find her?”

“You will,” Jongin murmured, putting his hands over the heat pad to better place it on his back before laying down on his stomach. “How many places left in New York City?”

“Two. That strip club and the Staten Island ferry.”

The fact that they were going to go to a strip club had become funny to the both of them, and despite their tiredness, they grin at each other. Then, she reached over and dug her thumb into his back along his spine and he groaned, feeling some kind of release and comfort from the tightness.

“What did you just do?”

“Hit your pressure points,” she hummed, her fingers rubbing in circles.

Jongin exhaled slowly, enjoying the feeling as his muscles started to relax. He swiped as his phone, opening up the group chat with the guys and connecting with Chaeyeon’s wi-fi. The messages rushed in and he