Chapter Twenty Five: No. 1 
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Yunho moans.

Apparently his body muscles are very tight. Or so Jaejoong informs him.

Yunho lies on the sofa on his stomach, his face into cushion, groaning whenever Jaejoong kneads a particular knot.

When Jaejoong finishes, Yunho lies there on his stomach feeling sore, relief and flooded with euphoria and before he realizes, his mouth opens, “God, Jaejoong, I love you.”

Yunho freezes.

Jaejoong laughs, “You only love me when I’m giving you a massage.” Yunho breathes. “Go to sleep, good night.” And then Jaejoong is gone.

Sighing, Yunho thanks whatever gods up there that his body is facing downwards.