Seo-Jun got out of the bathroom first and the other three followed. They had wiped their body dry but they were still half naked.
Why did they co out without wearing their uniform?
"Hey," Seo-Jun called as he approached.
My mind began to swirl. What did he want? Did he want to ask more questions?
He suddenly leaned closer, and I covered my mouth instinctively, but he simply reached for his uniform behind , smirked, and then turned around.
Ah, my heart was racing.
If he wanted to take his uniform, he could’ve just said so. He didn’t need to play that silly stunt.
By the way, did I forget to ntion? The color of the uniform was a light flush of pink, and I could say it was the right combination for Min-Cheol.
He looked even cuter.
"Jo-Pil," Jin-Yeok called as he approached . "Are you really okay?" He asked as his eyes scanned through , especially my neck and I silently gulped.
"Yes, I’m fine." I said.
If I wasn’t going to admit it and give him no reason to press the matter further, then there was nothing he could do.
"But you have to tell as soon as you feel hurt, is that alright?"
He was cautious, I could see.
Were they still on edge because of how upset I was? I don’t think anything will change if I tell them I wasn’t upset at that ti because it was clear that I had been upset back then.
"Alright." I said. He smiled at gently.
"Then, I’ll take you to the massage parlor."
"What about the rest of us?" Seo-Jun asked.
"Do you also want to get a massage?" Jin-Yeok asked and I shut my eyes.
No, please. Why did they have to do what I wanted to do as well?
"Yeah, of course." Seo-Jun answered and glanced at . "My body’s been feeling rather stiff these days."
He was just saying that. What part of his extrely fit body was stiff?
"Then, that ans we’re going the sa way." Jin-Yeok said. "I’ll lead the way."
Ugh, I was suddenly feeling maltreated.
We were given straw slippers to wear. According to Jin-Yeok, they don’t carry sand or dirt, so it was easy to keep the spa clean after taking off our shoes. Pretty handy.
But that wasn’t what I was thinking about. It was if we’ll have a curtain demarcating our massage rooms or maybe we might even have a massage room for each person.
I an, it was a pretty rich establishnt, and we were VIPs, so it wasn’t a far-fetched thinking, right?
But I thought wrong. Or was it that I had expected too much?
The room Jin-Yeok took us to had three massage beds, a white interior with a soft aroma that was good for relaxation, and dim lights to help us feel relaxed, I guess.
One could definitely sleep in the middle of a session.
It was a nice place but... Why only three beds? I an, with Jin-Yeok’s knowledge of the place, he should know another room with four beds. Unless...
"I’m not here to get a massage." Jin-Yeok said smiling politely at . "If that’s what you’re wondering."
Dang it, he read my mind.
"Why not?" I asked.
"I got one last week." He said and I nearly gasped. Without ?
Wait, if it was last week, then I counted with my fingers. Was it before I woke up? Why did he need a massage?
He was probably aching.
I stared at his smile. That was a smile that would rather not say than have to lie. So, I respected his decision and decided to just enjoy the massage.
"Instead," Jin-Yeok said, raising the small towel that I was ant to wrap around my waist. "I’ll tend to you instead?"
"No, no, it’s okay." He said to . "I can do it on my own." I said as I gently snatched the towel from him. "How could I have my master tend to ?"
"But I want to." He insisted. "And..." His gaze trailed towards the entrance. "I need to make sure no one has ’other’ intentions when all you want to do is enjoy a great massage section and relax your bones."
1, 2, 3, 4, I took exactly four seconds to process what he just said but I still couldn’t get what he ant.
What other intentions could he be referring to?
I’d simply be lying on my belly while the processional did their job and... My body froze up as I imdiately realized sothing.
If Jin-Yeok was going to watch while I was getting a massage for whatever reason he just stated, then didn’t that an he would see my reddened neck?
Oh no, this was such a situation.
"No, no, you don’t have to go that far," I said as I started flapping my hands frantically. ’I can’t have that. I don’t know the size of the redness around the back of my neck but I don’t want to find out the expression on his face.’
"But, I insist." He smiled gently, a rather convincing smile and I gulped.
What excuse could I give him to stop him from standing next to while I got my massage?
I glanced over my shoulder at the other two who were getting undressed and imdiately turned my face away. I didn’t want to see them fully naked before they tied their towel.
My face flushed a bit.
"Master," I called softly, an idea coming to mind but it was an idea that would make my earlier denial seem useless. But... I bit my lip... it was the only thing I could think of right now. "When I said I wasn’t upset earlier, I ant it."
I pinched the hem of his shirt, my heart pounding and my lips slightly twisting as I felt awkward.
"What do you an, Jo-Pil? It was clear that we got you upset."
"But you didn’t do anything wrong, master." I said. "In fact, I was the only one getting worked up because..." I gulped. "What you said was so spot on that I felt embarrassed."
"Jo-Pil?" He looked at , feeling confused, and the sa goes for Min-Cheol behind .
How did I know? No, I don’t have eyes behind my head but I felt that was the kind of expression he would be having at a ti like that while Seo-Jun raised his eyebrows, wondering what sort of drama we were playing.
"The truth is..." My stomach grumbled and I nearly cried. Why does this seriously happen at the weirdest tis? "...I’m really hungry." I looked at him with those teary eyes. "So, can you please get sothing to eat first?"
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