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It was just like any other day. Any other client. They had discussed boundaries, discussed limits, exchanged payment, and then gotten down to it. They had been mid-act, mid-fuck, when it happened. The man had put him into an uncomfortable position, his hands handcuffed so he couldn’t do anything about it. In fact, that only seemed to help the injury. His hands were behind him when he was pushed down, and before J knew it, pain was shooting from his shoulder. He cried out, swearing, and kicking away the man. That didn’t stop him, but eventually, they were finished, and J was left to pick himself up with a dislocated shoulder. Swearing, he tossed the damn handcuffs, dialing who he knew could help, and heading out.
That’s how J ended up near Yunho’s office, in near tears. It hurt so bad. He probably looked a mess, hair tousled up and face red from well, being with a client. So, he went straight to where he knew Yunho would be, not even bothering to knock on the door. “Please, help,” he managed out, wincing.