𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐀𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐄 - mark lee

ʚ chapter sixteen ɞ

a/n: thank you guys so much for 1k reads !!! i really appreciate all of you staying around and reading this book :)

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** Brooklyn's pov **

Quickly jogging down the stairs on the side of the stage I turned around and started to help the other girls down the stairs. We had just finished our goodbyes for our Tokyo concert and I could not help but get a little teary eyed at the thought of leaving and going back to the hotel.

"I don't want to leave!" Sakura slightly pouted while wrapping her arms around Kazuha's shoulders.

Our two Japanese members were having a slightly difficult time during the Japan concerts. It was their home country and the fans here always were so supportive of them.

Seeing one of our managers motioning for us to follow him, I cleared my throat, "Okay, let's get out of these clothes and back to the hotel so we can get some proper rest!" I exclaimed while throwing my arms in the air.

Falling to the back of the herd of people I let out a tired sigh. Putting everything into performing and interacting with the crowd was certainly tiring. Don't get me wrong I loved performing for the crowds and our supporters. I just don't know how much longer my body could handle it.

I've been doing this for eight years at this point. Over the years having knee and ankle injuries I felt like one wrong jump or step off of a higher platform would lead into something bad. Well tonight it did, slightly, I jumped a little too hard during one of our songs and almost immediately a sharp pain shot up my entire leg.

Hoping that if I fell to the back of the crowd walking down the hallway nobody would notice that I was extremely limping from the now radiating pain. That did not happen. In just a few seconds I heard somebody gasp loudly before an arm was wrapped under my shoulders trying to take some of the pressure off my ankle.

"Yah, were you going to tell us that you hurt your ankle again?" Yunjin whispered loudly towards me.

She quickly but gently led me over towards a random chair before squatting down in front of me, "Wait here and I'll go get one of our managers to help you okay?" her voice was calm and reassuring.

Nodding my head with a tight lipped grin I watched her run off back down the hallway and hopefully towards the group of managers that were further down into the building.

Trying to not focus on the pain that was worsening by the second I glanced around the spot I was by and tried to focus on literally anything else. However the only thing I could focus on was the fact that my ankle was now the size of a softball. This was way worse than I thought it was.

"Oh god what did I do?" I whispered to myself.

Breaking me from my thoughts were the echoing sounds of hurried footsteps coming towards me. When the group stopped in front of me I gestured down to my foot, "We should probably hurry to the hospital." I breathed out.

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** time skip **

Fumbling my way through the hotel hallway towards my room trying desperately to not fall with the newly acquired crutches from the hospital. Right as I got outside of my room door I started fumbling around for the keycard in my back pocket.

After a few seconds I managed to get it out and slide it into the door without completely falling over. Opening the door I was met with all of the girls laying on my bed and on the small couch in the corner of the room.

The sound of my crutches hitting the floor caught their attention, making their heads shoot over towards me, "Oh my god!" Kazuha yelled out.

Scampering off of the mattress they crowded around me and just looked down at the black plaster cast that hit just about mid-calf. Nodding my head slowly I let out a strangled breath, "Yep. I'll have to sit down for the rest of the tour. I'll have a cast for a month or two depending on how it heals." I explained briefly what the doctor told me.

We all hung out in my room for around another hour before they left and went to their own rooms. Leaving me to wallow in my thoughts about how could I let myself perform on an ankle that was clearly hurting.

The doctor was very clear on telling me that if I stopped performing when it first started hurting then it wouldn't be nearly as bad as it was now.

My phone started ringing startling me a little bit before reaching over and clicking the accept button on the facetime call. Tucking a stray section of hair behind my ear I waited for the call to fully connect.

Mark's smiling face was the first thing I noticed on the other end of the call, "Brookie! How was Tokyo?" he excitedly asked.

Plastering on a fake smile I shrugged my shoulders, "It was hard to end it but the Japanese fans are always so supportive. It was a lot of fun!" I told him trying to hide the disappointment.

Clearly I didn't do a good enough job because Mark's eyes furrowed and then he tilted his head, "What's wrong?" he questioned with a concerned tone.

Deciding that the best way to answer this was to just turn the camera and flash the black soul-eating cast that was put on to my body about two hours ago at this point. Watching his face morph into one of sadness and empathy I smiled, "Just the old ankle acting up again." I plainly muttered.

He hummed lightly, "Ah so just a really bad sprain huh?" he asked me while readjusting his hat on his head.

Pulling yet another tight lipped grin I shook my head, "Nope." I exaggerated the "p" sound, "Kept performing on it so it-uh actually is broken. The cast is for a month or two depending on how it heals." I told him with a sad look.

Mark frowned along with me, "I'm so sorry, I know how much you were looking towards this tour for you guys. Can I do anything?" he leaned closer to the screen.

Shaking my head with a slightly brighter smile, "I'll be okay, I promise, I just have to make sure that I am resting enough and that I treat it right. How are you though?" I asked him wanting to get off the topic of my misfortunes.

His face lit up again at the question and quickly rambled off what he had done today. It was cute. The way his deep brown eyes just lit up with so much excitement talking about something that truly excited him.

I think I could look at him for the rest of my life and be completely fine.

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a/n: i think i'm planning on around 30 chapters for this story, so we're halfway through :(