Trainee Trouble

{Chapter 8: My best friend returns}

"(your name)! What's wrong! Stop walking away from me and tell me what's wrong!" Jackson said as he grabbed my arm.

I glared at him and shook him off, trying to walk away again. Instead, I ended up crashing into something hard.

"(your name)? What's wrong?" Said Mark as he grabbed both my shoulders. I felt anger flaring between my ears now. I was sure I was bright red.

I needed to calm down so I didn't say anything I would regret. I pulled away once again.

"Leave me alone, you guys. Please... just give me some time." I said, looking at both of them.

Walking away, I turned the corner to the lift platform and crashed into somebody again. This time, I felt hot emotionally and physically.

"Oh my god! Are you okay?" Shouted the person I collided with. "Help! Hyung! Come here! Hyung quick!"

I felt searing pain down my stomach and legs. Sinking to the floor, I grit my teeth and answered "I'm fine it's okay."

"BamBam! What's wr- ohmygod (your name!)" I heard Mark's voice call out. Mark was shaking my shoulders, trying to get me to open my eyes and respond but I could only see spots.

With all the commotion, I barely realised that I was lifted up and carried off somewhere. Before I could take a look at who was carrying me, I drifted off into darkness.

*2 hours later*

I opened my eyes. Looking around, I realised that I was in a strange medical room of some sort. Glancing down, I saw that my torso and my thighs were wrapped in medical gauze damp with water. Someone had changed me into my dance clothes in my bag which I didn't get to use after all. Everything happened so fast. I couldn't recall what had happened.

As I shifted to get into a sitting position, I realised that both my hands were weighed down. On my left, a boy with black hair was sleeping soundly, hand laid lazily on top of mine. In contrast, the sleeping boy on my right had purple tinted hair and was clutching my hand tightly, fingers intertwined.

I tried to untangle my hands without waking them up but my efforts were futile.

Both their heads shot up at the same time.

"Gwaenchanayo?!!" Both of them started.

"Ahh.... Nae." I replied. "I'm fine now. Thank you. Can somebody explain to me what happened? Where am I? "

The boy with purple hair grabbed both my hands. "Imsorryimsorryimsorryimsorryimsorry!!!! Please hit me! I didn't mean to spill all that coffee on you! And I bought enough for 10 people too! I can't even imagine the pain you must've gone through! I'm so clumsy! I'm sorry!!!" He apologized profusely with tears threatening to spill.

Ah. So that's what happened. Looks like my best friend, bad luck, has come to pay me a visit again.

"No no. It's okay. It was my fault too. I should've been looking where I was going." I assured the boy. He shook his head vigorously, refusing to accept my forgiveness.

"Well it's good that you're awake now. Are you feeling pain anywhere? I tried to soothe your wounds as effectively as possible" said the boy with the black hair as he scanned my body.

"Yep. Good as new." I said as I flexed both arms to prove to him. "Umm keundae....you didn't.... see anything.... Right?" I whispered to him.

"No" he chuckled. "I was afraid that your burns were serious so I used scissors to cut away only the necessary fabric that was soaked by the coffee. But since your clothes were ruined, I asked one of the PD noonas to change you out into the clothes in your bag. I hope that's fine?" Said the boy.

"Nae! Kamsahmanida!" I half bowed to him.

"By the way.... Dugusaeyo?" I asked both of them.

"I'm Youngjae and he's BamBam" said the black haired boy.

"Ah. Annyeonghasaeyo. I'm (your name). Bangawoyo." I said. "Um. Do either of you know who Mark Tuan is? Or Jackson Wang? They're in a group called Got7 and....." I stopped when I saw both of them chuckling.

"Of course we know them! We're in Got7 too!" BamBam exclaimed.

"Ohhh!" I laughed, feeling silly for forgetting. "I knew you guys looked familiar!"

"Jackson hyung and Mark hyung got into an argument and they're both outside right now settling it" said Youngjae.

Sighing, I sat up and got out of bed.

"What are you doing!" I heard as the door to the room flew open.

"Sit down!"

Looking up, I saw a red faced Mark and an angry Jackson striding towards me. Each grabbing one shoulder, they forced me to sit down. Mark checking my face and Jackson checking my body.

"Are you okay?!" They both said simultaneously.

"I'm fine! I'm fine!" I laughed. "Good as new. See?" I said as I did a couple of jumping jacks. The pain-killers really did their job well.

Mark turned around to face BamBam. "BamBam...." He started with an angry face.

"Woahwoahwoah" I said standing between Mark and BamBam. I grabbed BamBam and pushed him behind me. "It wasn't his fault."

Mark stopped walking. Instead, with an even darker glare, he turned around and started to walk towards Jackson.

"I told you to take care of her!" Mark shouted.

This time, I grabbed Mark by his ear and pulled him in for a hug. Stroking his hair I whispered "I'm fine Marky, really."

With a sigh, he surrendered. Finally calmed down, we all sat on the long couch at the end of the room.

"Sorry (your name) .... I was only telling you what worked for me" Jackson started.

"It's okay. It's over. Thanks guys for helping me. Really I appreciate it" I said.

"Thanks Mark for being worried and Jackson for accompanying me. BamBam for being so honest and Youngjae for carrying and caring for me"

"Oh I didn't...." Started Youngjae before a tall boy with blond hair came crashing into the room.

"Is she okay?!?" He asked, breathing heavily.

"Yes Yugyeom, she's fine" replied Youngjae. "As I was saying, I didn't carry you, Yugyeom did."

"Thank you so much" I smiled at Yugyeom. His face started to turn red.

"Ahhhh..... Now what" I said. "I only have BigHit left to audition for but I don't look the part nor am I in the condition to give my 100%" I sighed, falling onto the couch with my head on Mark's lap.

"Why don't we try next month? You'll be more prepared and fully recovered by the next nationwide audition" suggested Jackson.

"I can't...." I sighed. "I'm living here on my own savings and if I don't get into a dorm in 2 weeks, I'll have to leave and head back to my own country."

All of the boys were looking down and thinking. They exuded a sense of hopelessness.

"Ah looks like it can't be helped" I said standing up. "I'll just try my best today and if they don't want me then I'll just come back next year when I've saved up some more."

As I started to walk away, I noticed no one was following. Turning around I saw them with shocked expressions.

"What are you guys doing?" I shot at them. "Come on! And you BamBam. You're paying for the taxi fare." I laughed as I put him into a headlock.