Next time he sees her, she looks pretty much the same, if not for the more prominent bags of exhaustion that lay like a newborn baby's carrier beneath her eyes and the worries that had her skin shrinking, now stretched taught over her bones.

His back muscles are tense as she acknowledges his form with a slight bow in her seat and her wavering professional smile.

The skin of his lips almost tears open from how hard he bites it from the pain he is dealt with from just bowing to the woman and as he walks towards her, he knows that she can see his pain in his eyes in the way she worries over her lip.

"Did not work?" a pursed lip accompanied with a worried glance has Jungkook nodding.

In the next few minutes, his bones are photographed for their dysfunction and Jungkook wonders if one could invent a technology that could show the emotions that merge, diverge, die and birth in the mind of humans.

Maybe only then can we see the future and fully understand and see the various strings that make up our loom of emotions.

But until then we are all just lost souls in the limbo of the past and future trying and loosing to find our positions in this labyrinth of time.

Then, her bare, rough skin is touching his skin touch familiar on his bare back, unlike their first time. She takes immense care while massaging yet applies just the right pressure in a way that makes Jungkook let go and vocally grace the air with his gratefulness.

But, no that would be inappropriate.

Its when she squirts down a cold substance on his bare back when Jungkook lets out an embarrassing yelp that has the older woman chuckling.

"Its gel for the ultrasound I'm going to do. I'm sorry for not warning you." She's holding back a grin, he can tell without even looking over his shoulder and he grits out an 'its okay' pretending as if he just didn't hear her snicker under her breath.

Then its an quarter of an hour of him trying to keep in his giggles as her fingers massage firmly over his muscles, unaware of the unintentional torture and partial relief he is dealt with.

He almost manages to get through, until that one time when her fingers massage firmly massage the dip of his waist and he lets out something in between a snorted giggle and uncomfortable gurgle . He immediately covers his mouth as he realized the ridiculous sound that had pierced the tranquility of the room.

There a pause of shook silence before boisterous female laughter spills into the air like fresh caramel popcorn. Jungkook's cheeks take on an embarrassing pink as the laughter doesn't stop and he looks over his shoulder to find the woman head thrown back and dimples showing as she laughs with no care.

Suddenly Jungkook is happy for the weird sound he had made to see such light in her eyes.

"You are ticklish?" She asks, her voice suddenly light and warm, a stark difference from before.

He nodes as he hides his head like an ostrich, in the cradle of his arms. And she chuckles again at his cuteness.

"Mr. Jeon, you didn't rest the duration of these two weeks did you?" She asks somberly as she continues her work after she manages to calm herself down.

Almost immediately she feels him stiffen and she tuts in the silence that follows it.

"Mr.Jeon, you are supposed to rest and take care of yourself. Rest please. We'll have to start the physiotherapy sessions now. Don't strain yourself, we're going to need at last 8-10 sessions."

"What if it doesn't go even after those sessions?" His voice is melodious and manly but she doesn't miss the underlining fear in his voice. She could understand that if this was something serious it was something that could potentially end his career as an idol.

"We'll have to take an MRI and then we'll have to see." She replies as she is supposed to.

He nods.

She finishes up rubbing the gel to his back thoroughly and begins the step. She excuses herself for a minute and leaves after gently throwing over a light sheet over his back as to secure his privacy from other possible eyes, even though the possibility of someone coming barging in past the scary receptionist out in the front sounds like a myth to Jungkook. Whatever the case he appreciates it.

Not two minutes later he hears the door creak open and click shut. He hears the smooth roll of wheels and he looks curiously over his shoulder at her to see her pushing the humongous and heavy looking machine with all her soft framed strength.

Don't get him wrong, the woman was made for treating not for pushing around doing other physically straining stuff. She was tall and curvy, sure. But that didn't mean she had muscles, so without thinking twice, Jungkook found himself jumping from the bed and stumbling over to help her.

He takes it from her, manners instilled in him taking over his mind, forgetting about the fact that he's supposed to be resting and not straining himself.

She's stunned enough at the sudden intrusion, that its not until he effortlessly rolls the machine until its by the bed that she snaps out of it.

"Mr. Jeon!" She yells at him accidentally at him and he flinches at the loud noise.

She immediately apologizes for yelling but when he doesn't respond she switches into the doctor mode, ignoring the fluttery girly part of her heart that had become a nebula at his actions.

"Mr.Jeon, you're supposed to be resting! Not physically straining yourself like this. W-why did you have to come help me when I know that you are in pain?"

"Sorry. I didn't think." Brownish black orbs avoid her hazel tinted chase far better than the world's best thief.

Jungkook's face suddenly scrunches up as he kneads his back as if her words brought back or made him aware of his pain.

She refrains herself from biting out a told you so by reminding herself of who he is.

Though the almost pout on the youngers slightly tinted pink lips and scrunched up face is absolutely off throwing for a man like him, she manages to keep her giggles in as she instructs him to lay face down once more.

As she connects the machine with tubes to spots of pain that she'd narrowed down on Jungkook's lower back, she went through the usual procedural questions.

"On a rate of 1-10 how much would you rate your pain?"

"It varies."

"Has the pain spread to somewhere else?"

Silence.

She lets out a small huff of annoyed breath, picking on the fact that the younger was hiding basic stuff from her.

"Mr. Jeon, is there pain anywhere else?" again no reply.

"Please be honest with me here. I need to know stuff before I can even start helping you."

A few heartbeats pass as she patiently waits for him to reply.

"It has spread lower." His voice again is apologetic, but she's not surprised. She kind of expected it actually, pain due to the muscles cramps usually tends to increase or spread while doing strenuous activities or merely just sitting in the wrong position for a few hours.

"Hips?" She questions tonelessly, the unprofessional part of her already giggling at the amount of discomfort the younger must be going through at this point.

But shes thankful of the shame and manners he has. Many celebrities and idols alike, with far more age than her never showed shame with their body, treated her or thought of her as the young woman she was until Jungkook. They had just watched on a she worked on their body or pulled up machines heavier than her, leaving after their treatments, healthy but not a word of gratefulness that find its freedom across their lips balm smothered lips.

She was used to it though, maybe that was why Jungkook was so funny and surprising to her.

And she knows that his next reaction will be even more pricless for what shes about to ask.

"Canyou unbutton your pants?"