[BTS Yoongi] Our Basketball Love Story #Wattys2017

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I hear muttering, whispers I cannot make up of. My eyes open slowly and I scan around this room which smells like sanitized bed sheets. I was in a hospital room. I look down to my arm which was all patched up and in a sling. Then, I hear footsteps running to me. It was my dad. I sat up straight and force a gentle smile on him.

"Eunbi-ah, how did this happen?" He hugs me and I dug my face into his chest. His eyes were red as if he was crying for hours.

"Dad, I'm not dead. I just hurt my arm that's all." I say while pushing from his grip and taking in the oxygen.

He takes out his glasses and rubs his forehead.

"You don't know...don't you?"

I turn my gaze at him and my smile faded.

"You didn't just hurt your arm...you tore the tendon in your shoulder as well. It'll take about 12 weeks to recover."

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Tendons are the soft, band-like tissues that connect muscles to bone. When the muscles contract, the tendons pull the bones and cause them to move. When tendon damage occurs, movement may be seriously limited in the area of the damage. The damaged area may feel numb, weak, or painful. Tendon repair surgery may be useful for patients who have tendon injuries that are making it difficult for them to move, or are very painful. In some cases, long-term complications may develop. Stiffness may be long lasting. She might not be able to continue basketball.

I sat on the bed, knees to my chest. I told dad I needed some space so he stepped out of my ward. I remembered how I shuddered with every word the doctor said as he explains my injury. Even after surgery, I could never play basketball the same way.

The front door opens slowly and the boys emerge one by one. They were carrying colorful helium balloons in their hands and smiled as they walked in.

"How is our MVP's beautiful arm keeping up?" Jhope asked as he tied the balloon strings to the end of my bed. The rest of the boys sat around my bed looking bright, hoping to lift my spirits.

I took a deep breath and look down on my mummified arm, "I tore my tendon."

They stopped buzzing and turn to me, all quiet. I hear Namjoon gasped in disbelief. Tae and Jimin stood up and looked out the window to hide their pitiful expression. I guess as basketballers, they knew what it's like to go through this kind of pain.

"Ya, why are you guys so sad suddenly? Gwenchana! I'm fine." I lied while attempting to smile even though the tears were already forming in my eyes. I felt a lump in my throat and I tried to swallow it down.

"Noona..." Jungkook muttered as he looks down to his feet. Yoongi couldn't keep his eyes off me. I wish he did for once because these tears were stinging in my eyes. From a quiet atmosphere, it was now filled with my pitiful sobbing.

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It was night time when I was discharged and now I was back home, in my bed wearing my white tee and sweat pants. There was a knock on the door and dad steps in with a tray in his hands with a glass of water and some tablets above it.

"Hey champion." He sits down next to me on the bed and place the tray on his laps.

"Eat your medicine. It's your pain relievers-"

"I'm not in pain. I don't need it." I fight back, looking down at the disgusting looking pills. He sighs and puts the tray behind him before putting an arm over my shoulder, pulling me close.

"I know it's hard for you to accept this harsh reality. But if you want to get better you need to eat your medicines. How in the world do you think you'll recover faster? By forcing yourself to believe you're okay and continue playing even in this condition. Eunbi I-"

"Dad, I want to be alone. Please." I interrupted him even though I knew he was just trying to help. He nods his head unwillingly and left the room without taking the tray. I grumbled in frustration as the sadness sweeps me again. You can't play basketball for 12 weeks. You can't join the third and final match for the team you love. My phone beeped just then and I turned over and picked it up. It was Yoongi.

Girlfriend, look down your window.

I jolt up and peeked out my window. Yoongi was standing there at my backyard with a basketball sandwich between his calves. He waves at me with his free hands and gestures me to come down.

Somehow, even in this distance, his kissed me in my heart. 

I picked up my pullover and ran down the stairs.