Down The Rabbit Hole

Hands On

Summary: Jeon Jungkook gets a little more hands-on with a client than strictly professional.

"Your next appointment will be with you in five minutes, JK."

Jeon Jungkook sighed, nodding wearily in the general direction of the too cheerful receptionist. His half-formed, strained smile dropped the instant the door closed behind her jaunty ponytail. To say it had been a long day would be an understatement. Murphy's Law had dogged JK's every step since the moment he had opened his eyes, and the twenty four year old male was beyond fed up at this point. If it could go wrong, it had gone wrong. To be perfectly candid, the usually cool and collected Jungkook was one step away from making some heads roll. He was exhausted to the bone, a limp, useless pile of tiredness and pique. How he longed for sweet embrace of death.

Or perhaps just a nap, when he was feeling a little less dramatic.

There was only so far the usually peaceable Jungkook could be pushed, and unfortunately, his patience had been worn paper thin. So many problems, and so little shits to give - his perfectly coiffed head felt like it mere seconds from exploding! Inexplicably out of complimentary coffee, mysteriously smashed vials of expensive aromatherapy oils, unfairly seething customers, unexpected allergic reactions despite the consent forms explicitly given to avoid such scenarios; Jungkook had been victim to them all in the space of one measly eight hour shift. He was, for want of a better word, stressed. A bit of an occupational hazard for a personal massage therapist.

Roll on seven P.M!

The masseuse's spirits lifted ever so slightly as he cast a thoughtful glance towards the clock nailed firmly to the wall, pink lips slightly pursed. How he detested that blasted thing, the omniscient ticking tyrant who seemed to rule his life day in and day out. More often than not, the twenty four year old found himself daydreaming about dropping the infernal thing in the ocean. He would feel content only when the bubbles stopped. Since when did he feel so... old and bitter? Lately, JK felt like he lived to work instead of working to live; he was drained beyond belief, just one bad shift away from going postal and snapping necks left and right.

When he wasn't losing himself in drawing or sketching, all of his free time was dedicated to pumping iron in the gym. JK's slender masseuse hands were latent with untold strength. If he wanted to cause some damage, he could do it, may the Lord have mercy on his soul! People should remember that his innocent face ran only skin deep! Jungkook maintained his sanity only by reminding himself that one day, his luck would change. He had watched Pretty Woman enough times to know how these things worked; if a miracle could happen to someone as annoying as Julia Roberts, why not Jungkook?

Despite all evidence to the contrary, JK was adamant that one day, he would find himself the lucky recipient of a massive windfall. Perhaps an eclectic, unknown relative would kick the bucket in the not too distant future, somehow electing to name Jungkook as their sole heir for one reason or another and leaving him their millions. Huh, stranger things had happened, never say never and whatnot. Or, should things take a turn for the worst, Jungkook supposed he could somehow convince himself to swallow his sizeable pride and allow himself to become one of those spoiled beauties flaunted on the arm of a wealthy, arrogant sugar daddy....

His best friend, Taehyung, would be more than happy to sign him up to the same sites he used, of that Jungkook was one hundred percent sure. He had harped on about it enough, after all, his attractive gaze teasing and his sly grin glittering around the stem of his ever present lollipop. It's such a pity for that ridiculous body to go to waste Jungkook, you work so hard on it. Have you never heard of charity, have some humanity and share the goods, for heaven's sake! Always so theatrical. One of the many things Jungkook both loved and hated about his lifelong friend. It was a shame neither of them had ever been even remotely attracted to the other, as they went together about as well as chocolate and peanut butter.