OUR TOMORROW | BTOB ✔

CHAPTER 2

                                                                                    Even though
You don't feel the springIt's probably somewhereRemember that

BTOB, REMEMBER THAT

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Sungjae P.O.V

"Urghh, how could this hurt so  much." I hissed. All the other trainees are crowding around me as if i am an object of interest. When i mentioned all, yes - including Changsub and Peniel.

Mr Lim hurried to me when he finally realised how serious things are. He knelt before me and start checking my ankle throughly. I have my eyes fixed on his hovering hands throughout the time. My throat is drying in fear. I'm not sure if it was him or his perfectly toned muscle that scares me.

"You'd sprained your ankle, Sungjae. Follow me to my room, let's get it treated there. Jung Ilhoon, help him up." he said, stern before moving his gaze to the other trainess. "The rest of you, keep practicing! Eunkwang...take care of the boys." he instructed like a commander. 

Nobody dare to go against his words as the quietly start getting back into formation.

"Come on' " the guy named Ilhoon said as he help me up. I put my long arm over Ilhoon's broad shoulder for support and hopped using my other leg to the room Mr Lim was seen waiting.

The treatment began. Mr Lim started by spraying cold liquid onto the swollen ankle, making me shiverred from the sudden drop in temperature. I'm not sure of his next step as I was busy keeping my eyes shut throughout the times, holding my breathe when Mr Lim slowly give my ankle a slow massage. When I re-openned my eyes, my legs was already in casted. 

"You can go home now Mr Yook.." I heard Mr Lim said.

I stare at him blankly. Going home?? At this hour? Like seriously, Mr Lim?!

Just the thought of going home earlier than usual make me happy!!! But.... How can I ride the bus home when one of my leg can't even touch the ground. Oh god..... Please help me!!

Slowly yet carefully, I walked to the bus stand. After 21 minutes of waiting, the bus arrived. It took me a little longer than usual just to climb onto this 'slow-moving' bus.

Once I'd got my sit on the usual spot by the front row, I took the only blue-black notebook I kept in my yellow canvas bag and randomly wrote some lyrics that I could think off. Yeah, I'd seen a lot of singer writing and composing their own songs. They inspire me to do so too. So, practically, writing lyrics had turn out to be my hobby since I become a trainee. I hope one day...my workpiece gonna be a big hit.

While I am absorbed in my own world...suddenly....

"OUCH!!! Yah!! Watch your way can't you. Are you blind or something?? Can't you be more careful??" I shouted angrily without looking at the person who had just knock my poor ankle. I bend down and massaged it slowly.

"I'm so-sorry sir.." said the soft voice.

Wait a minute.... I shouted to a girl? Slowly I looked up and....

Nara's P.O.V

"I'm so-sorry sir.." I said. My voice are trembling badly, I know that. I'm just so scared. I can't even see what I've done. My whole worlds are just so dark and I've never see a ray of light. You're right....I'm blind.