"Are you serious?"
Jihoon laid comfortably, on the bed, eyes closed. "As serious as a heart attack."
Junghoon made a sound of disbelief. "You want me to sleep on the couch?"
The omega peeked one eye open. "You are free to sleep on the floor too."
"Sweet... "
"Don't call me that," Jihoon scolded, his voice whiny. "I can barely move!"
"Let me massage it then," the alpha offered, joining him on the bed. "Would you like that?"
"Are you masseuse? Where's your certificate?" the omega asked, side eyeing him.
Junghoon chuckled. "Why don't you give me a chance to prove myself?"
Jihoon thought for a moment. "Fine. But don't try anything funny."
The alpha opened a drawer and took out a small bottle. "Where is the pain?"
"My hips... my waist. It hurts too much."
"Alright," Junghoon pulled up the omega's shirt, exposing his smooth, unblemished skin.
He rubbed the oil in his hands and placed it on Jihoon's waist. "Right here?" he asked, gently squeezing.
