"Picasso's daughter" treasure ff

CHAPTER SEVEN (day two p2)

MOMO'S POV

we had lunch . I took the dishes and started washing them with jihoon and yoshi . "Hey momo you wanna go skate with us?" Yoshi asked "oh hell yeah" i responded making him smile . "Ok then I'm gonna bring the skate boards . Wait for me you and jihoon outside"....

Me and jihoon were waiting for yoshi and then i remembered "hey isn't doyoung gonna skate with us" i asked " yeah he's com-" "hey there" doyoung came cuting jihoon .

"heyyyy chinguu~ (friend) we were waiting for you" i greeted dobby and hugged him "you guys are getting along very well" jihoon said "well yeah me and her stayed up yesterday night and we talked about a lot of things" doyoung said and took a glance of me with a smile . "I'm hereee" yoshi came finally ...

Every time i see yoshi i remember my mom . When i was young she helped me design him . We drew him with all of our love so no wonder why he's so sweet and caring . He came from one of the best moments for a mom and her daughter . But unfortunately i can't have these moments back . My mom doesn't care about me that much anymore . She's always buzy . And that's why when i feel like i need her . I come to draw him . Drawing him makes me calm . He has a special place in my heart .

Wow they're so good! How do they do  that . "come on try" jihoon said giving me his skate board . I did pretty well at the beginning . But then....i started falling....

TIME SKIP

"Hey y'all arriv- momo you ok??" Hyunsuk hurried to me with a worried face " don't worry oppa they're just small bruises" i said "are you sure . Does it hur-"hyunsuk hyung just let her their gonna recover soon their not that deep" doyoung said to hyunsuk keeping him calm .

I went to the couch beside asahi who was checking the schedule "hey so what's left" i asked "umm we still have to plant and play true or dare game" asahi responded "oh yeah i forgot the planting part . Do you wanna go fo it now?" I asked "i don't mind but are you gonna be fine with those bruises . Especially that we're gonna bend . It may hurt " He said " nah don't worry I'll be fine" .

And yes we went outside and WOW they actually have a garden . A big garden that i don't remember drawing it.. we started planting flowers . i climbed on top of a chair so i can reach the shavel that was on a high shelf . until

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What's going on . I can't move . Ah the light....

AUTHOR'S POV

it's time . Someone opened the book . And as expected the friends froze . But this time who opened the book was not momo . Neither her parents . Neither her friends .

Who opened the book was clearly a girl but she was covering her face with a black mask . Why? And who is she? .

She started drawing or writing something . What is it? Momo was freaking out . It was her first time . While the others were confused .

Finally the unknown girl Closed the book . And the guys finally were able to move .

MOMO'S POV

The girl finally closed the book and i fell from my position . Great now i feel like my back and legs are broken . My legs were already injured so that made it worst .

Asahi hurried to me "momo are you ok?" He asked panicking "my legs hurts so bad" i said trying to hold my tears from falling , it was really painful .

He carried my and we went inside the house . The boys surounded me worriedly "junghwan-ah go bring some ice" hyunsuk said "momo can you feel your leg?" Jihoon asked massaging me legs trying to know if their broken .

" i can feel the right one but the left-" i couldn't complete my sentence becuz of the pain . Hyunsuk put the ice that junghwan gave him and OMG THAT HURTS LIKE HELL-

_TO BE CONTINUED_            

A/N : sorry for updating late this time . My exams are in the next week . so I won't update a lot . But i will try my best . So how was the chapter ? Who do you think the girl is? . what did she write? And how did she get momo's book ? I'm trying to put existing and interesting parts in every chapter so it won't be boring and you guys can have fun . So stay tuned for the next chapters . Beyyy