Anything for you (1/1)

"Im Jae Bum won't participate on the GOT7 special stage on 28th of April and on both concerts either". When the news started to spread through the social nets and websites, the hearsay didn't wait to spread as well, so the possibilities of the reason behind his injury were infinite. —Hyung, what's up?JB sighed, already tired because of what had happened to him.—Nothing. I'm fine. It's not so severe. I just need to take rest and everything will be alright.—You sure? —Jackson was concerned and the leader knew he would be the hardest to convince.—Yes.The younger smiled weakly.—You know you're my weakness, honey. Please take care of yourself."Look who is talking about being careful", JB thought, hiding his words behind a poker face.—Let's go to practice so I'll be able to cheer for you —he smiled, making half-moons with his eyes.—You're so cute, JaeBummie~Jackson didn't lose his opportunity and kissed him with a bare touch of lips. Then he held his hand and dragged him to the room where the others were waiting. Saying JaeBum was frustrated was an understatement.It was their first concert in Seoul and because of an injury on his back he wouldn't be able to participate on them. Of course he did his best not to show his real feelings just to not bother his teammates, or he thought he was doing it. —What's the reason behind his injury?Jackson has asked his leader about this, but the older didn't want to worry him so he kept the truth to himself. Like the Chinese was going to take a no as an answer.—The doctor said JB had overworked so his body was lacking on energy.—Really?—Yes. You know he dreamt about a concert in Seoul with you guys so he was giving his best to improve his movements and his skills as a singer.—I see.—Since the diagnostic is "slipped disc", he isn't able to do any type of exercise. He must rest and start physiotherapy as soon as possible.It wasn't what Jackson had expected, but he reacted like he knew everything his manager was telling him already.—Then how can I help him?—You can go to the therapy with him, learn and help him to make it on the dorm. If you don't mind. He would need a lot of support.It was pretty obvious but he had a plan. JaeBum was stubborn and there was an only way he would let the younger to help him. Of course Jackson was going to use all of his cards if it meant he would be able to be a good boyfriend.—I'll do everything I can but I'll ask you a favor.—Tell me.Then again, “no” was out of his dictionary. JB would learn it in the hardest way. —Do you want me to hit your pretty face?—Nope. But I'll give you a chance. Try.Everyone could tell JaeBum was holding himself back, what didn't mean he wasn’t angry ‘cause he knew what Jackson was doing.—Yah! Are you taking advantage of my current state?! That's unfair and you know it.—Am I so mean to you? —The Chinese chosen to ask instead of answering those questions with nonsense.—It's not what I'm trying to say.—Then shut up and enter the box before we got late."What a way to leave me speechless", JaeBum thought as he knocked the door before entering to his first session.That would be a long way, he was sure of it. —Please, stop.—Why? It hurts so much? I'm doing it wrong?—No. It's just-His injury was way harder than what he had thought at first. He was already grateful of Jackson's help. But now they were in his room, the younger massaging his lower back as the physiotherapist had told him to do to help the pain to disappear or at least to decrease, JaeBum was fully aware of the implications its had.—Sorry if I'm making mistakes —his boyfriend said as he stopped his actions and sat leaning his back on the wall.—It's not like that.He closed his eyes, tempted to sleep and forget about his situation. It was painful to not being able to dance or even stand on stage giving a speech to his fans, not to mention stay still on a chair for hours. But what was worst was feel arousal and know it wouldn't lead them to anything.Why it had happened to him?—Babe.The older opened his eyes slightly only to found out Jackson was leaning almost against him, the distance between their faces only a few milimeters.—What.—I know what you're feeling. As an ex athlete, I had experience on this type of treatment. It's hard and the only thing you want is being left alone because the people around you keep looking at you with pitiful eyes. But I'm not doing it. You need to stay strong and I'm here to be a support, right? I love you so much it hurts see you like that.—I'm sorry.Only then Jackson was aware of the tears falling from his cheeks. He didn't want to make his boyfriend feel sad.—Bummie. Don't cry, please —he caressed his face, his thumb wiping his tears with light touches.—I'm sorry because it's all my fault. I was so jealous of you going to Real men with BamBam I wanted to improve my bodybuilding just to tell manager to send me instead of him. I guess I fucked everything.—Hone