The KEY to Physical Therapy
TITLE: The KEY to Physical Therapy
AUTHOR: giveitupjessica
PAIRING: MinKey
RATING: NC-17
SUMMARY: Because there’s always a silver lining to everything.
A/N: This one is for kaybee38 for her lovely donation to Replay4Japan. Thanks again bb! Hope you like it! Oh and sorry for any typos/mistakes, this is unbeta'd.
“Minho-ssi,” my brother said as he cautiously entered my private hospital room.
“Hm?” I respond, staring out at the dreary scenery from my window. Raindrops crashed against the window violent as the wind blew strong enough to bend small trees. I guess Mother Nature was giving me her sympathies for the shithole my life has become. And to think I had it all just twelve hours ago.
“You can’t keep sulking like this, it’s not good for your recovery,” he takes a seat in the chair beside me and I turn my gaze to him.
“Siwon hyung, what’s the point?”
“What are you talking about?”
“What’s the point in me recovering? My soccer career is over, we both know it.”
“It’s not over Minho-ssi. The doctors have said numerous times that with the proper physical therapy, you’ll be back on that field in no time.”
“And you actually believe him,” I grunt in annoyance, crossing my arms over my chest and turning back to the window.
“Why wouldn’t I believe him? He is a doctor and knows more about these kinds of things than either of us do.”
“Yeah, whatever. Why can’t you just accept reality? I have. I’ve already kissed my career good-bye. It’s time you did the same hyung.”
“Since when did you become one for pessimism. What happened to Choi Minho, star striker who gets his team all riled up for the game with award-winning pep talks huh?”
“That guy died the moment I tore my MCL at the last game. He no longer exists hyung, so you better get used to the new me,” I let out a frustrated huff and start to slouch even more into the surprisingly soft hospital mattress.
“Seriously what has gotten into you? I don’t even know this guy in front of me. The Minho I know wouldn’t give up this easily. It’s not in our blood. We’re CHOIS for fuck’s sake! We don’t back down! We put up a fight until we’re victorious!” he’s out of his chair, arms flailing around as he talks. I just sigh in annoyance, my brother could be really annoying sometimes. I wonder why I even let him be my manager in the first place, I spend enough time as it is.
“Hyung, will you just be quiet? I’m starting to get a headache,” I rub my temples for added affect and he takes his seat again.
“I know you don’t have a headache, so you can drop the act. Are you forgetting that you’re talking to your hyung? I know you better than you know yourself.”
“Fine. Just shut up then?”
“What the hell crawled up your ass?”
“My life has become one big cluster fuck in less than 24 hours, forgive me if I’m not Suzy fucking Sunshine.”
“Whatever. Quit feeling sorry for yourself will you?”
“How can I not feel sorry for myself? Yuri broke up with me yesterday morning because she thinks we’re incompatible all of a sudden and then I tear my MCL that same night. What else go could wrong in my life?”
“Whoa, calm down drama queen.”
“GET OUT!” I yell and point to the door, I really don’t need to deal with his shit.
*~*
I rolled out of bed with one of the worst headaches I’ve had in my life. I feel like I drank every last sip of alcohol in my apartment even though I haven’t had a drink in weeks. I stumble over to the bathroom in my half conscious state, just barely missing my dresser in the process. I lean up against the sink when I get there and turning on the faucet in the process. I let the water run a little to warm up before splashing some of it on my face in hopes of waking up more.
I shrink back from the sink when I finally catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror, “Kim Kibum, you look like shit.”
I let out a sigh and grab my toothbrush, I’ll just have to deal with it. Besides, it’s nothing a little facial scrub, moisturizer, and a touch of concealer can’t fix. I can’t let my personal life interfere with my job. I won’t let it interfere with my job. It’s been almost a month since Dongwoon left and I was kind of pissed that I wasn’t over him yet. I’ve never taken this long to get over a break up, but then again I’ve never been as serious about someone as I was with Dongwoon. This was OUR apartment, well until he left, but we still got this together. I just can’t believe he just up and left without a decent explanation. All he told me was that he felt like he was trapped and he needed some fresh air. I didn’t know if we were even broken up because he never said anything about it. But surely he can’t expect me to just sit around and wait for him to hopefully return. I’m not that kind of guy. I wait for no one.
“Come on Key, you can’t keep feeling sorry for yourself. Last night was the last night you cry yourself to sleep. Today is a new day and the start of your new life without Dongwoon. You’re strong, you don’t need him. And what better way to start off your new life than with a new client. A famous one at that. Mr. Flaming Charisma himself, Choi Minho,” I start to go through my closet for something appropriate to wear to our first appointment. It takes me about half an hour to get dressed and have all my stuff ready for the day. Minho’s manager had arranged it so that the only appointment I had today was his. He wanted to make sure his client had my undivided attention, not that I didn’t give any of my patients the proper treatment to make sure they healed properly and were back to the normal lives in due time.
Another half and hour later and I’m walking into the private gym that Choi Minho’s team uses during practice. I stare in awe at all the latest exercise equipment that littered the humongous space in front of me. I walk around the room and exam all of them, there are a few pieces that I have never seen before and can only guess what they were used for. I check my watch as I set my bag down near the yoga mats, I still had about ten minutes before our appointment. I guess I can use that time to stretch.
“Good morning Mr. Kim,” I hear and I glance up to see two people walking into the room. I quickly get up off the floor and meet them half way across the room.
“Ah, good morning Mr. Choi,” I reply, hand outstretched, “And it’s nice to meet you Mr. Choi Minho. I am Kim Kibum, I’ll be your physical therapist.”
“Nice to meet you as well Kibum-ssi, but you’re wasting your time,” he replies after shaking my hand.
“Oh and why do you say that?”
“I’m not going to be going back into soccer. My career is over, so physical therapy isn’t necessary.”
“Don’t mind him,” Siwon tell me, “He’s been like this since the accident. We’re trying to pull him out of this slump he’s in. As you can see, we’re making great progress.”
I hold back the laugh that wants to escape at the last sentence. I study Minho and figure that he’s no different than the other athletes I’ve worked with. Well I guess he is different since he’s a big time professional soccer player and the others were just local players, most still in high school. And I have to admit that he’s quite handsome, the camera definitely doesn’t do him justice. I quickly shake my head to get those thoughts out, I shouldn’t be checking out my patients, it’s not professional.
“Okay, well then why don’t we start off with a little bit of stretching?” I say and motion for Minho to take my spot on the yoga mat I was just on.
“Well, I’ll leave you two to your session, I have some phone calls I need to make,” Siwon says and starts to make his way for the door, “I’ll be back in a couple hours. You better listen to Key-ssi.”
“I’m not five hyung, I know how to listen,” Minho scoffs as he takes a seat on the yoga mat.
“I don’t care, listen to him!”
“Yeah, yeah whatever,” and with that Siwon is gone and only Minho and I are left in the room.
“Okay, let’s get something straight before we even begin,” Minho says and I look down at him, “I’m only here because my brother/manager is forcing me to be here. I don’t care what you, my doctors, my coaches, my teammates, or my brother tell me, my soccer career is over. So I’m only doing this to humor them all.”
“Wow, your brother wasn’t kidding about the pessimism.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Minho rolls his eyes at me and I have to say that I liked him better when he wasn’t talking. Now he was just pissing me off, he should be happy that so many people are concerned for him and believe in him, “So what are we doing first?”
“Well first of all, if you really don’t want to be here, then I suggest you leave. I don’t like to help those who don’t want to be helped.”
“What?”
“You heard what I said. Physical therapy isn’t always about the exercises and stretching that we’ll be doing, it’s also partially a mental battle. If you want to get better then you will, if you don’t then you won’t. Therefore, you will not only be wasting your time and money, but also my time as well.”
“Are you serious?”
“Yes and I don’t like the attitude that you have. If you really don’t want to be here, then go. My time is too precious to be wasted and I could be using the time I would be spending helping you out to help out someone who actually wants and needs my help. So you’re free to go,” I point to the door and he just stares up at me.
“I’m not leaving,” he tells me flat out, arms crossed over his chest.
“But we both know you would rather not be here and like I said I don’t want to waste my time or yours.”
“Well you’ll just have to deal with it because I’m not leaving and I’m not paying you for doing shit. So I suggest we start our session now, the sooner we start the sooner this will be over.”
I’m taken aback by what he says and part of me just wants to leave, but I can’t. They’re paying me an outrageously high amount of money to rehabilitate Minho. And since Dongwoon has moved out of our apartment, I need the extra cash. I let out a defeated sigh and kneel down beside Minho to start our session. I really didn’t have a choice and I hated it.
*~*
“When exactly am I going to be all better?” I complain as I walk the room for like the millionth time today. Well I wasn’t so much walking as I was doing squats back and forth across the room, “And what exactly is the point of this exercise? I ruptured a ligament for my knee, I didn’t break my leg. I still know how to walk.”
“We’re not doing this to make you learn how to walk Minho-ssi,” Key starts to rub his temples and I’m pretty sure he has a headache, “How many times do I have to explain this to you? I swear everything I say goes in one ear and out the other.”
“Huh?” I look up and cock my head to the side, “What did you say?”
“I stand corrected, you don’t even listen to me at all,” he starts to walk over to his bag, “Keep walking.”
“What are you doing?” I ask him, knowing that he’s mad because he doesn’t think I ever listen to him when in all actuality I do. I just pretend that I don’t because I know it pisses him off and it amuses me since these sessions can get rather boring. I do my best to keep myself at least a little entertained so that these daily therapy sessions don’t drag on.
“Getting some ibuprofen. I feel like my head is going to explode,” I watch as he pops two pills, which I assume are ibuprofen, into his mouth and gulps down some water as well. I hear him mumble something to himself and I wish he were closer so I could have heard what he said. I’m sure it was some kind of snarky remark. For a guy, he definitely got quite catty at times. I wonder
“Did you say something?” I ask as I walk back towards him and he makes his way back to me.
“No, I didn’t say anything,” he tells me, “Come on let’s get on the stairmaster.”
“Ugh, I hate the stairmaster. Why can’t I use the elliptical or something? The stairmaster is so…”
“So what Minho?”
“Nothing.”
“That’s what I thought. Now get your ass on there!” he orders me and I sulk over to the machine. He’s right behind me and sets the machine at one of the slower speeds and I let out a frustrated sighs, “I told you that we have to take things slow. We need to GRADUALLY build up the strength of your ligament you injured and the muscles and ligaments around it. We want to get you back to how you were BEFORE the accident or at least as close to it as we can get.”
“You know it really irks me when you say ‘we’ because ‘we’ don’t want this. You, my brother, my coaches, and my teammates want this! I just want to be able to sulk.”
“What do you need to sulk about?” he’s staring at me and I know that he wants to yell, but is holding back, “Anyone would kill to have your life!”
“Really? Do you really think people would kill to have my life?”
“Yes!”
“Would you kill to have a brother who doubles as your manager? A brother who has completely forgotten how to be your brother and only knows how to be your manager now? All he ever does is talk to me about my soccer career. He never asks me about anything else. The only life I’ve ever known is soccer! Ever since my dad found out about my so called ‘natural’ talent when it came to a soccer ball and my feet. I’ve never had a normal life since then.”
“Oh,” he says, head hanging a little less high now, “I didn’t know.”
“Yeah, no one does. Why? Because no one ever bothers to ask me. And the one person who did bother to ask, the one person I though could understand me is now out of my life as well. She broke up with me for no good reason. Apparently a person’s feelings can change over night.”
“Tell me about it,” he says under his breath and I turn my full attention to him which causes me to stumble on the machine for a little bit, “Careful, the last thing we need is for you to hurt yourself even more.”
“Yeah,” and things get silent between us again. I wonder what he meant with his last sentence? Did he just get dumped too?
*~*
“Why the hell do you complain every day?!” I yell as once again Minho is bitching about our daily physical therapy session. You would think it was his first day here when we’ve been doing this for a few months now.
“We both know the answer to that one Key-ssi.”
“Why do you bother showing up every day then?”
“Again, we both know the answer to that. Why not ask me something new instead of the same old questions?”
“Why don’t you just suck it up and be a man? Quit complaining already! Haven’t you heard that there’s a silver lining to everything?”
“Oh gosh, not this shit again,” he grumbles and I kick the exercise ball out from behind his back, causing him to fall right on his ass, “YAH!”
“Oops, sorry. I guess my foot slipped, my bad,” I say with sarcasm.
“Why did my brother hire you again?”
“Because I’m the best physical therapist out there!”
“Someone’s full of himself.”
“You don’t want to start with me today Minho, I can make you ache for the rest of the day if I want to.”
“Oh, I’m shaking,” he replies and pretends to shiver. And that’s it, I’ve had enough. I crouch down so that we’re staring right at each other.
“You know I don’t need to take your shit. I don’t need to show up everyday and deal with you. Seriously, grow some balls will you?”
“Who are you telling to grow balls? Because I know you’re not talking to me,” he says and he’s right in my face.
“And what if I am? What are you going to do about it?” I wasn’t going to back down and let him win. I’ve let him get away with too much already and I was through with it. I get closer to him as well, our faces are now mere inches apart.
“Don’t test me Kim Kibum, you don’t know who you’re messing with.”
“Oh, now I’m shaking,” I mockingly say to him. Our faces are so close at this point that we can feel each other breaths on our faces. Gosh he smells good, wait what am I thinking?
“Oh I can make you shake.”
“Uh huh. Right, all talk as usual.”
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” I’m thrown off with the sudden smirk on his face and the next thing I know our lips are connected. My eyes go wide with surprise and I almost want to push him away… Almost. Instead I slowly close my eyes and start to respond to the kiss. His hand is resting on the back on my neck and coaxes my head to tilt just slightly to the side so he can access my lips better. I hum in approve when he softly bites on my bottom lip. My mouth opens on its own accord to allow his tongue access, my tongue giving it a nice warm welcome.
He starts to push his body into mine, causing me to sit back with him settling between my legs. I can feel one of his arm’s pushing into my side while the hand that was on the back of my neck move down to the small of my back. We finally break for air, both of us panting heavily, faces still close as ever, “You shaking yet?”
“Uh uh,” I reply and pull his head down to crash our lips together again. It takes little to no time for our tongues to get involved. Then he’s slowly lowering me onto my back, thankfully there’s a yoga mat there for us to use. I wasn’t about to do anything on this hard floor, at least I have a little cushion on my back now. The hand that was once on my back was now moving towards my front, slipping underneath my shirt in the process. I jump at the warmth of his hand on my cool skin.
“Relax,” he mumbles into my mouth and I reply by pushing my body closer to his. I’ve always wondered what it would feel like to have our bodies pressed up against each other, ever since I first caught a glimpse of his well-toned body a few weeks ago. His ex is a damn fool for letting him go, I would have stuck around just to be able to ravish his body. Which come to think of, why am I not touching him right now?
His hand was currently working on one of my nipples, flicking it and rubbing it between his fingers until it was hard before moving to the my other one. My hands run down his back until they’re gripping the hem of his shirt and in one swift movement I yank it off his body, exposing is amazing upper half. I waste no time in feeling out every inch with my hands and he hums in approval.
“I thought you were straight,” I manage to say between breaths while his lips started to work on my neck. Again, I move my head to the side to expose more of it to him.
“Are you trying to ruin the mood?” he asks against my skin.
“No, just trying to make conversation.”
“I’m not one to talk while in the middle of things,” he replies.
“Good, neither am I,” I reply and slip my hand into his sweats. I waste no time and slip into his boxers as well, rubbing his erection with the palm of my hand. I add just enough pressure to have him squirming above me. Dongwoon always told me I had magic hands and a magic mouth, but Minho will have to wait a little longer to find that one out. I continue to rub him while his mouth works it own kind of magic on my neck, I can tell I’ll have a nice amount of marks later on today.
The next few minutes remain at a steady pace. His lips never leave my neck and my hand never leaves his pants, well that is until we finish undressing one another. I’m not even sure where our clothes landed after they were thrown off of our bodies. I thought it would kind of hurt to have Minho on top of me since he was so lean and most of his body is muscles, but imagine my surprise when I find out that it actually feels nice to have his muscles filling out the little nooks and crannies of my body. They’re not rock hard, but they’re not soft either, it’s like the perfect combination of the two.
“Shaking yet?” he asks again, lips moving further down my body.
“No, but I am kind of aching down there. Do you mind?” I ask.
“Not at all,” his hand wraps around my length and slowly starts to pump it and I try to match his pressure and pace with my own hand to give him pleasure as well. Unfortunately for me, his hand only causes me to ache even more. I need more of him. I want more of him.
“Minho,” I moan when his teeth graze over my already sensitive nipple.
“Hm?” and the vibrations from his mouth send another jolt of pleasure through my body.
“Enough foreplay already.”
“Oh?” he lifts his head just enough so he can look me in the eyes.
“Yes,” I start to wiggle around underneath him and he raises an eyebrow at me. I finally line him up with my hole, just barely grazing the tip against it. His eyes open wide with shock and his hand drops down to the floor beside me.
“You sure? I don’t mean to brag, but I’m not exactly small,” he says to me.
“I know, remember where my hand has been for the past few minutes?” it’s my turn to raise an eyebrow at him.
“But,” I silence him by crashing my lips onto his, pushing my tongue into his mouth almost immediately. Now definitely wasn’t a time for him to protest. And he said I was the one who was going to ruin the mood.
When I feel like I’ve cleared his mind of any kind of thoughts that would prolong what I needed the most, I pull away from him. But just enough so that I can whisper in his ear, “Don’t worry about me. I like it rough anyways.”
He pulls away from me, this time giving me an amused look, “Oh well I can give you rough.”
“Well actions speak louder than words.”
A cheshire grin spreads across his face and the next thing I know one of my legs is being thrown over his shoulder as he plunges into me with one swift cant of his hips. Okay, so maybe I should have had him prep me a little because gosh damn did it hurt. But the pain quickly subsided once he started a steady movement of his hips, rocking in and out of me with ease.
Our lips are attached to each other’s necks as he continues with the movement of his hips, “Faster Minho. Please, just a little faster.”
“Is there ever a time when you’re not so demanding?” he retorts, keeping his pace steady.
“It doesn’t turn you on when I boss you around?”
“Not particularly. I don’t like being told what to do.”
“Oh really?”
“Really. I set the pace. I decided whether to speed up,” and he does just that. Pistoning in and out of me with like it was nothing. I let out a long moan and clutch onto his back in hopes of steadying myself, “Or I can slow down.”
I relax under him as his hips slow back down. It was even slower than the pace he had began with, but just as pleasurable since his cock was teasing me by softly brushing up against my prostate. And that’s when my body began to shake. I wanted nothing more than for him to just ram right into me, hitting my prostate in the process, but he wasn’t having any of it. His pace was gentle as were his kisses and I was enjoying it. It was more of an emotional pleasure rather than a physical one.
“I see that you’re shaking now,” he says to me, canting his hips just a little to finally poke at the small bundle of nerves deep inside of me.
“You like to draw these things out don’t you?”
“It adds to my pleasure,” he replies pushing forward a little and causing my leg to get closer to my chest. I can feel the muscles in them stretching even more, “Not to mention yours as well.”
Things start to speed up again, apparently he couldn’t take things that slow for a very long time. He was back at the pace he originally started in no time and was slowly increasing it. Our breaths became shallow as moans escaped them. Our bodies started to get slicker with added sweat. The muscle in my leg that was thrown over his shoulder was being stretched beyond its limit. I throw my other leg around his waist and start to thrust upwards to meet his.
“Minho,” I moan when he finally hits my spot, “Keeping hitting me there.”
“Uh huh,” he grumbles, all his focus on moving and thrusting his hips this way and that. The pleasure that’s coursing through our bodies building up in the pit of our stomachs. My hands grip his shoulders as his thrusts get harder and he begins to lose his focus as his climax draws nearer.
I want to reach down and touch myself, but our bodies are so close that I can’t even squeeze my and between them. Then again, the friction of my erection rubbing up against his washboard abs is enough for me. I know that we’re both getting closer because he’s slowly starting to lose his steady rhythm and I can no longer keep up with his thrusts.
I lean back into the yoga mat and just enjoy the feeling of him pounding into me. This wasn’t exactly part of his physical therapy regimen and was probably setting us back a few more weeks, but that didn’t matter. None of it actually mattered at this point. And that’s when he gave a particularly hard and deep thrust into me, which proved to be too much for my body to handle. I opened my mouth to moan, but the only thing to come out was a silent scream as my orgasm washed over me.
I could feel my walls tightening around him like a vice, squeezing his own orgasm out of him. I can feel him releasing himself inside of me which only adds to my pleasure as I release myself all over his abs and my stomach.
He collapses on top of me, exhaustion taking over both of our bodies. I wrap my arms around him and start to mindlessly play with his hair. I feel him place soft kisses on my neck and then my jawline, eventually leading to my lips. We lay there in the corner of the room just making out, trying to get our heartbeats back to normal as well as our breathing.
“You do realize that we just pushed back your recovery date by a few weeks right?” I ask as he rolls off my body. I snuggle closer to him, not knowing if he was okay with it or not. Yeah, I was definitely a post-sex snuggler, but he didn’t seem to mind since he pulled my body closer to him.
“That’s okay,” he looks down at me and kisses the top of my head, “I think I just found my silver lining.”
AUTHOR: giveitupjessica
PAIRING: MinKey
RATING: NC-17
SUMMARY: Because there’s always a silver lining to everything.
A/N: This one is for kaybee38 for her lovely donation to Replay4Japan. Thanks again bb! Hope you like it! Oh and sorry for any typos/mistakes, this is unbeta'd.
“Minho-ssi,” my brother said as he cautiously entered my private hospital room.
“Hm?” I respond, staring out at the dreary scenery from my window. Raindrops crashed against the window violent as the wind blew strong enough to bend small trees. I guess Mother Nature was giving me her sympathies for the shithole my life has become. And to think I had it all just twelve hours ago.
“You can’t keep sulking like this, it’s not good for your recovery,” he takes a seat in the chair beside me and I turn my gaze to him.
“Siwon hyung, what’s the point?”
“What are you talking about?”
“What’s the point in me recovering? My soccer career is over, we both know it.”
“It’s not over Minho-ssi. The doctors have said numerous times that with the proper physical therapy, you’ll be back on that field in no time.”
“And you actually believe him,” I grunt in annoyance, crossing my arms over my chest and turning back to the window.
“Why wouldn’t I believe him? He is a doctor and knows more about these kinds of things than either of us do.”
“Yeah, whatever. Why can’t you just accept reality? I have. I’ve already kissed my career good-bye. It’s time you did the same hyung.”
“Since when did you become one for pessimism. What happened to Choi Minho, star striker who gets his team all riled up for the game with award-winning pep talks huh?”
“That guy died the moment I tore my MCL at the last game. He no longer exists hyung, so you better get used to the new me,” I let out a frustrated huff and start to slouch even more into the surprisingly soft hospital mattress.
“Seriously what has gotten into you? I don’t even know this guy in front of me. The Minho I know wouldn’t give up this easily. It’s not in our blood. We’re CHOIS for fuck’s sake! We don’t back down! We put up a fight until we’re victorious!” he’s out of his chair, arms flailing around as he talks. I just sigh in annoyance, my brother could be really annoying sometimes. I wonder why I even let him be my manager in the first place, I spend enough time as it is.
“Hyung, will you just be quiet? I’m starting to get a headache,” I rub my temples for added affect and he takes his seat again.
“I know you don’t have a headache, so you can drop the act. Are you forgetting that you’re talking to your hyung? I know you better than you know yourself.”
“Fine. Just shut up then?”
“What the hell crawled up your ass?”
“My life has become one big cluster fuck in less than 24 hours, forgive me if I’m not Suzy fucking Sunshine.”
“Whatever. Quit feeling sorry for yourself will you?”
“How can I not feel sorry for myself? Yuri broke up with me yesterday morning because she thinks we’re incompatible all of a sudden and then I tear my MCL that same night. What else go could wrong in my life?”
“Whoa, calm down drama queen.”
“GET OUT!” I yell and point to the door, I really don’t need to deal with his shit.
*~*
I rolled out of bed with one of the worst headaches I’ve had in my life. I feel like I drank every last sip of alcohol in my apartment even though I haven’t had a drink in weeks. I stumble over to the bathroom in my half conscious state, just barely missing my dresser in the process. I lean up against the sink when I get there and turning on the faucet in the process. I let the water run a little to warm up before splashing some of it on my face in hopes of waking up more.
I shrink back from the sink when I finally catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror, “Kim Kibum, you look like shit.”
I let out a sigh and grab my toothbrush, I’ll just have to deal with it. Besides, it’s nothing a little facial scrub, moisturizer, and a touch of concealer can’t fix. I can’t let my personal life interfere with my job. I won’t let it interfere with my job. It’s been almost a month since Dongwoon left and I was kind of pissed that I wasn’t over him yet. I’ve never taken this long to get over a break up, but then again I’ve never been as serious about someone as I was with Dongwoon. This was OUR apartment, well until he left, but we still got this together. I just can’t believe he just up and left without a decent explanation. All he told me was that he felt like he was trapped and he needed some fresh air. I didn’t know if we were even broken up because he never said anything about it. But surely he can’t expect me to just sit around and wait for him to hopefully return. I’m not that kind of guy. I wait for no one.
“Come on Key, you can’t keep feeling sorry for yourself. Last night was the last night you cry yourself to sleep. Today is a new day and the start of your new life without Dongwoon. You’re strong, you don’t need him. And what better way to start off your new life than with a new client. A famous one at that. Mr. Flaming Charisma himself, Choi Minho,” I start to go through my closet for something appropriate to wear to our first appointment. It takes me about half an hour to get dressed and have all my stuff ready for the day. Minho’s manager had arranged it so that the only appointment I had today was his. He wanted to make sure his client had my undivided attention, not that I didn’t give any of my patients the proper treatment to make sure they healed properly and were back to the normal lives in due time.
Another half and hour later and I’m walking into the private gym that Choi Minho’s team uses during practice. I stare in awe at all the latest exercise equipment that littered the humongous space in front of me. I walk around the room and exam all of them, there are a few pieces that I have never seen before and can only guess what they were used for. I check my watch as I set my bag down near the yoga mats, I still had about ten minutes before our appointment. I guess I can use that time to stretch.
“Good morning Mr. Kim,” I hear and I glance up to see two people walking into the room. I quickly get up off the floor and meet them half way across the room.
“Ah, good morning Mr. Choi,” I reply, hand outstretched, “And it’s nice to meet you Mr. Choi Minho. I am Kim Kibum, I’ll be your physical therapist.”
“Nice to meet you as well Kibum-ssi, but you’re wasting your time,” he replies after shaking my hand.
“Oh and why do you say that?”
“I’m not going to be going back into soccer. My career is over, so physical therapy isn’t necessary.”
“Don’t mind him,” Siwon tell me, “He’s been like this since the accident. We’re trying to pull him out of this slump he’s in. As you can see, we’re making great progress.”
I hold back the laugh that wants to escape at the last sentence. I study Minho and figure that he’s no different than the other athletes I’ve worked with. Well I guess he is different since he’s a big time professional soccer player and the others were just local players, most still in high school. And I have to admit that he’s quite handsome, the camera definitely doesn’t do him justice. I quickly shake my head to get those thoughts out, I shouldn’t be checking out my patients, it’s not professional.
“Okay, well then why don’t we start off with a little bit of stretching?” I say and motion for Minho to take my spot on the yoga mat I was just on.
“Well, I’ll leave you two to your session, I have some phone calls I need to make,” Siwon says and starts to make his way for the door, “I’ll be back in a couple hours. You better listen to Key-ssi.”
“I’m not five hyung, I know how to listen,” Minho scoffs as he takes a seat on the yoga mat.
“I don’t care, listen to him!”
“Yeah, yeah whatever,” and with that Siwon is gone and only Minho and I are left in the room.
“Okay, let’s get something straight before we even begin,” Minho says and I look down at him, “I’m only here because my brother/manager is forcing me to be here. I don’t care what you, my doctors, my coaches, my teammates, or my brother tell me, my soccer career is over. So I’m only doing this to humor them all.”
“Wow, your brother wasn’t kidding about the pessimism.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Minho rolls his eyes at me and I have to say that I liked him better when he wasn’t talking. Now he was just pissing me off, he should be happy that so many people are concerned for him and believe in him, “So what are we doing first?”
“Well first of all, if you really don’t want to be here, then I suggest you leave. I don’t like to help those who don’t want to be helped.”
“What?”
“You heard what I said. Physical therapy isn’t always about the exercises and stretching that we’ll be doing, it’s also partially a mental battle. If you want to get better then you will, if you don’t then you won’t. Therefore, you will not only be wasting your time and money, but also my time as well.”
“Are you serious?”
“Yes and I don’t like the attitude that you have. If you really don’t want to be here, then go. My time is too precious to be wasted and I could be using the time I would be spending helping you out to help out someone who actually wants and needs my help. So you’re free to go,” I point to the door and he just stares up at me.
“I’m not leaving,” he tells me flat out, arms crossed over his chest.
“But we both know you would rather not be here and like I said I don’t want to waste my time or yours.”
“Well you’ll just have to deal with it because I’m not leaving and I’m not paying you for doing shit. So I suggest we start our session now, the sooner we start the sooner this will be over.”
I’m taken aback by what he says and part of me just wants to leave, but I can’t. They’re paying me an outrageously high amount of money to rehabilitate Minho. And since Dongwoon has moved out of our apartment, I need the extra cash. I let out a defeated sigh and kneel down beside Minho to start our session. I really didn’t have a choice and I hated it.
*~*
“When exactly am I going to be all better?” I complain as I walk the room for like the millionth time today. Well I wasn’t so much walking as I was doing squats back and forth across the room, “And what exactly is the point of this exercise? I ruptured a ligament for my knee, I didn’t break my leg. I still know how to walk.”
“We’re not doing this to make you learn how to walk Minho-ssi,” Key starts to rub his temples and I’m pretty sure he has a headache, “How many times do I have to explain this to you? I swear everything I say goes in one ear and out the other.”
“Huh?” I look up and cock my head to the side, “What did you say?”
“I stand corrected, you don’t even listen to me at all,” he starts to walk over to his bag, “Keep walking.”
“What are you doing?” I ask him, knowing that he’s mad because he doesn’t think I ever listen to him when in all actuality I do. I just pretend that I don’t because I know it pisses him off and it amuses me since these sessions can get rather boring. I do my best to keep myself at least a little entertained so that these daily therapy sessions don’t drag on.
“Getting some ibuprofen. I feel like my head is going to explode,” I watch as he pops two pills, which I assume are ibuprofen, into his mouth and gulps down some water as well. I hear him mumble something to himself and I wish he were closer so I could have heard what he said. I’m sure it was some kind of snarky remark. For a guy, he definitely got quite catty at times. I wonder
“Did you say something?” I ask as I walk back towards him and he makes his way back to me.
“No, I didn’t say anything,” he tells me, “Come on let’s get on the stairmaster.”
“Ugh, I hate the stairmaster. Why can’t I use the elliptical or something? The stairmaster is so…”
“So what Minho?”
“Nothing.”
“That’s what I thought. Now get your ass on there!” he orders me and I sulk over to the machine. He’s right behind me and sets the machine at one of the slower speeds and I let out a frustrated sighs, “I told you that we have to take things slow. We need to GRADUALLY build up the strength of your ligament you injured and the muscles and ligaments around it. We want to get you back to how you were BEFORE the accident or at least as close to it as we can get.”
“You know it really irks me when you say ‘we’ because ‘we’ don’t want this. You, my brother, my coaches, and my teammates want this! I just want to be able to sulk.”
“What do you need to sulk about?” he’s staring at me and I know that he wants to yell, but is holding back, “Anyone would kill to have your life!”
“Really? Do you really think people would kill to have my life?”
“Yes!”
“Would you kill to have a brother who doubles as your manager? A brother who has completely forgotten how to be your brother and only knows how to be your manager now? All he ever does is talk to me about my soccer career. He never asks me about anything else. The only life I’ve ever known is soccer! Ever since my dad found out about my so called ‘natural’ talent when it came to a soccer ball and my feet. I’ve never had a normal life since then.”
“Oh,” he says, head hanging a little less high now, “I didn’t know.”
“Yeah, no one does. Why? Because no one ever bothers to ask me. And the one person who did bother to ask, the one person I though could understand me is now out of my life as well. She broke up with me for no good reason. Apparently a person’s feelings can change over night.”
“Tell me about it,” he says under his breath and I turn my full attention to him which causes me to stumble on the machine for a little bit, “Careful, the last thing we need is for you to hurt yourself even more.”
“Yeah,” and things get silent between us again. I wonder what he meant with his last sentence? Did he just get dumped too?
*~*
“Why the hell do you complain every day?!” I yell as once again Minho is bitching about our daily physical therapy session. You would think it was his first day here when we’ve been doing this for a few months now.
“We both know the answer to that one Key-ssi.”
“Why do you bother showing up every day then?”
“Again, we both know the answer to that. Why not ask me something new instead of the same old questions?”
“Why don’t you just suck it up and be a man? Quit complaining already! Haven’t you heard that there’s a silver lining to everything?”
“Oh gosh, not this shit again,” he grumbles and I kick the exercise ball out from behind his back, causing him to fall right on his ass, “YAH!”
“Oops, sorry. I guess my foot slipped, my bad,” I say with sarcasm.
“Why did my brother hire you again?”
“Because I’m the best physical therapist out there!”
“Someone’s full of himself.”
“You don’t want to start with me today Minho, I can make you ache for the rest of the day if I want to.”
“Oh, I’m shaking,” he replies and pretends to shiver. And that’s it, I’ve had enough. I crouch down so that we’re staring right at each other.
“You know I don’t need to take your shit. I don’t need to show up everyday and deal with you. Seriously, grow some balls will you?”
“Who are you telling to grow balls? Because I know you’re not talking to me,” he says and he’s right in my face.
“And what if I am? What are you going to do about it?” I wasn’t going to back down and let him win. I’ve let him get away with too much already and I was through with it. I get closer to him as well, our faces are now mere inches apart.
“Don’t test me Kim Kibum, you don’t know who you’re messing with.”
“Oh, now I’m shaking,” I mockingly say to him. Our faces are so close at this point that we can feel each other breaths on our faces. Gosh he smells good, wait what am I thinking?
“Oh I can make you shake.”
“Uh huh. Right, all talk as usual.”
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” I’m thrown off with the sudden smirk on his face and the next thing I know our lips are connected. My eyes go wide with surprise and I almost want to push him away… Almost. Instead I slowly close my eyes and start to respond to the kiss. His hand is resting on the back on my neck and coaxes my head to tilt just slightly to the side so he can access my lips better. I hum in approve when he softly bites on my bottom lip. My mouth opens on its own accord to allow his tongue access, my tongue giving it a nice warm welcome.
He starts to push his body into mine, causing me to sit back with him settling between my legs. I can feel one of his arm’s pushing into my side while the hand that was on the back of my neck move down to the small of my back. We finally break for air, both of us panting heavily, faces still close as ever, “You shaking yet?”
“Uh uh,” I reply and pull his head down to crash our lips together again. It takes little to no time for our tongues to get involved. Then he’s slowly lowering me onto my back, thankfully there’s a yoga mat there for us to use. I wasn’t about to do anything on this hard floor, at least I have a little cushion on my back now. The hand that was once on my back was now moving towards my front, slipping underneath my shirt in the process. I jump at the warmth of his hand on my cool skin.
“Relax,” he mumbles into my mouth and I reply by pushing my body closer to his. I’ve always wondered what it would feel like to have our bodies pressed up against each other, ever since I first caught a glimpse of his well-toned body a few weeks ago. His ex is a damn fool for letting him go, I would have stuck around just to be able to ravish his body. Which come to think of, why am I not touching him right now?
His hand was currently working on one of my nipples, flicking it and rubbing it between his fingers until it was hard before moving to the my other one. My hands run down his back until they’re gripping the hem of his shirt and in one swift movement I yank it off his body, exposing is amazing upper half. I waste no time in feeling out every inch with my hands and he hums in approval.
“I thought you were straight,” I manage to say between breaths while his lips started to work on my neck. Again, I move my head to the side to expose more of it to him.
“Are you trying to ruin the mood?” he asks against my skin.
“No, just trying to make conversation.”
“I’m not one to talk while in the middle of things,” he replies.
“Good, neither am I,” I reply and slip my hand into his sweats. I waste no time and slip into his boxers as well, rubbing his erection with the palm of my hand. I add just enough pressure to have him squirming above me. Dongwoon always told me I had magic hands and a magic mouth, but Minho will have to wait a little longer to find that one out. I continue to rub him while his mouth works it own kind of magic on my neck, I can tell I’ll have a nice amount of marks later on today.
The next few minutes remain at a steady pace. His lips never leave my neck and my hand never leaves his pants, well that is until we finish undressing one another. I’m not even sure where our clothes landed after they were thrown off of our bodies. I thought it would kind of hurt to have Minho on top of me since he was so lean and most of his body is muscles, but imagine my surprise when I find out that it actually feels nice to have his muscles filling out the little nooks and crannies of my body. They’re not rock hard, but they’re not soft either, it’s like the perfect combination of the two.
“Shaking yet?” he asks again, lips moving further down my body.
“No, but I am kind of aching down there. Do you mind?” I ask.
“Not at all,” his hand wraps around my length and slowly starts to pump it and I try to match his pressure and pace with my own hand to give him pleasure as well. Unfortunately for me, his hand only causes me to ache even more. I need more of him. I want more of him.
“Minho,” I moan when his teeth graze over my already sensitive nipple.
“Hm?” and the vibrations from his mouth send another jolt of pleasure through my body.
“Enough foreplay already.”
“Oh?” he lifts his head just enough so he can look me in the eyes.
“Yes,” I start to wiggle around underneath him and he raises an eyebrow at me. I finally line him up with my hole, just barely grazing the tip against it. His eyes open wide with shock and his hand drops down to the floor beside me.
“You sure? I don’t mean to brag, but I’m not exactly small,” he says to me.
“I know, remember where my hand has been for the past few minutes?” it’s my turn to raise an eyebrow at him.
“But,” I silence him by crashing my lips onto his, pushing my tongue into his mouth almost immediately. Now definitely wasn’t a time for him to protest. And he said I was the one who was going to ruin the mood.
When I feel like I’ve cleared his mind of any kind of thoughts that would prolong what I needed the most, I pull away from him. But just enough so that I can whisper in his ear, “Don’t worry about me. I like it rough anyways.”
He pulls away from me, this time giving me an amused look, “Oh well I can give you rough.”
“Well actions speak louder than words.”
A cheshire grin spreads across his face and the next thing I know one of my legs is being thrown over his shoulder as he plunges into me with one swift cant of his hips. Okay, so maybe I should have had him prep me a little because gosh damn did it hurt. But the pain quickly subsided once he started a steady movement of his hips, rocking in and out of me with ease.
Our lips are attached to each other’s necks as he continues with the movement of his hips, “Faster Minho. Please, just a little faster.”
“Is there ever a time when you’re not so demanding?” he retorts, keeping his pace steady.
“It doesn’t turn you on when I boss you around?”
“Not particularly. I don’t like being told what to do.”
“Oh really?”
“Really. I set the pace. I decided whether to speed up,” and he does just that. Pistoning in and out of me with like it was nothing. I let out a long moan and clutch onto his back in hopes of steadying myself, “Or I can slow down.”
I relax under him as his hips slow back down. It was even slower than the pace he had began with, but just as pleasurable since his cock was teasing me by softly brushing up against my prostate. And that’s when my body began to shake. I wanted nothing more than for him to just ram right into me, hitting my prostate in the process, but he wasn’t having any of it. His pace was gentle as were his kisses and I was enjoying it. It was more of an emotional pleasure rather than a physical one.
“I see that you’re shaking now,” he says to me, canting his hips just a little to finally poke at the small bundle of nerves deep inside of me.
“You like to draw these things out don’t you?”
“It adds to my pleasure,” he replies pushing forward a little and causing my leg to get closer to my chest. I can feel the muscles in them stretching even more, “Not to mention yours as well.”
Things start to speed up again, apparently he couldn’t take things that slow for a very long time. He was back at the pace he originally started in no time and was slowly increasing it. Our breaths became shallow as moans escaped them. Our bodies started to get slicker with added sweat. The muscle in my leg that was thrown over his shoulder was being stretched beyond its limit. I throw my other leg around his waist and start to thrust upwards to meet his.
“Minho,” I moan when he finally hits my spot, “Keeping hitting me there.”
“Uh huh,” he grumbles, all his focus on moving and thrusting his hips this way and that. The pleasure that’s coursing through our bodies building up in the pit of our stomachs. My hands grip his shoulders as his thrusts get harder and he begins to lose his focus as his climax draws nearer.
I want to reach down and touch myself, but our bodies are so close that I can’t even squeeze my and between them. Then again, the friction of my erection rubbing up against his washboard abs is enough for me. I know that we’re both getting closer because he’s slowly starting to lose his steady rhythm and I can no longer keep up with his thrusts.
I lean back into the yoga mat and just enjoy the feeling of him pounding into me. This wasn’t exactly part of his physical therapy regimen and was probably setting us back a few more weeks, but that didn’t matter. None of it actually mattered at this point. And that’s when he gave a particularly hard and deep thrust into me, which proved to be too much for my body to handle. I opened my mouth to moan, but the only thing to come out was a silent scream as my orgasm washed over me.
I could feel my walls tightening around him like a vice, squeezing his own orgasm out of him. I can feel him releasing himself inside of me which only adds to my pleasure as I release myself all over his abs and my stomach.
He collapses on top of me, exhaustion taking over both of our bodies. I wrap my arms around him and start to mindlessly play with his hair. I feel him place soft kisses on my neck and then my jawline, eventually leading to my lips. We lay there in the corner of the room just making out, trying to get our heartbeats back to normal as well as our breathing.
“You do realize that we just pushed back your recovery date by a few weeks right?” I ask as he rolls off my body. I snuggle closer to him, not knowing if he was okay with it or not. Yeah, I was definitely a post-sex snuggler, but he didn’t seem to mind since he pulled my body closer to him.
“That’s okay,” he looks down at me and kisses the top of my head, “I think I just found my silver lining.”