Chapter 3

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I can't believe that just happened.
Why.
Why now.

Of all these times, I could have tripped. But no. Life decides to play with me, it decides that the right time to embarass myself was now, infront of tons of people, infront of Got7, infront of Yugyeom.

I slowly opened my eyes, hoping to escape that terrible replay that was stuck in my head.

But Just as I opened my eyes, I saw a face. It seemed like it was a boy but I wasn't quite sure because my vision was still a bit blurry. I rubbed my hands on my eyes enough to see clearly that it was Yugyeom.

" Hey, are you ok?" Yugyeom asked after noticing that I was awake.

I quickly sat up straight, startled to see him there.

" Whoa, whoa. It's okay, I won't hurt you." Calmly trying to settle me down.

" W-what h-happened?" I asked as I put my hand on my head since it  was starting to hurt.

"You tripped on a wire and fell on stage. Luckily you didn't fall off stage or that could have seriously injured you. I quickly ran up to you and tried to wake you up but you couldn't so I carried you backstage." Yugyeom explained.

I put my head down, feeling embarrassed. This was suppose to be the best day of my life but I guess not anymore.

I couldn't help it, bits of tears started to come down my cheek but I quickly wiped it away, Yugyeom seeing me trip was embarrassing enough, I didn't want him to see me cry too.

But I was thankful for him, that he took care of me. Instead of leaving me with some random people I don't know, he was there instead.

Suddenly I felt a warm touch on top of my hand. Another hand but quite bigger than mine. I looked up.

"Hey, it happens to other people too. The good thing is your alright." Yugyeom said while  putting his hand above mine.

I gave him a smile.

"I'll be right back." He then took his hand away from mine and went off somewhere.

After he went, I looked around and notice a roll of plaster bandages on the table. I looked at my feet and realized that it was covered in it. 

Huh, I didn't think it was that serious I thought to myself.

"Yah! I'm coming." Yugyeom yelled as he ran towards me. He was carrying with him 2 bowls of noddles with chopsticks in both of them, "I thought you might be hungry so I brought you some food to make you feel better."

" Aha thanks." I chuckled, couldn't help but blush at the same time,

" Uhm, thank you for putting those plaster bandages on my feet."

" No, it's all good. What's your name by the way?"

" Oh, my name's Claire."

" That's a nice name."

I felt my cheeks getting warm and red. Shoot. He must have noticed because I heard him chuckle a little bit.

" Thanks but you should really go back to the stage, I'm sure the fans are looking for you." I replied.

" Oh no, it's fine. I'll stay here until your parents pick you up."

"Huh?"

"Your parents. Oh. I forgot to tell you. The staff called your parents to come pick you up, we wanted to let them know what happened."

"Oh, right."

This is not going to be good. My parents won't be happy about this. They're probably going to give me a long talk about being responsible and taking care of myself properly. And to make it worse, for sure they're never going to let me go out again.

I've decided to forget about that for a moment. Just enjoy the moment I have right now. But not the fact that I have an injured foot but the fact that I'm with Yugyeom.

I took out my phone and thought if this was a good time to ask for a picture but It probably wasn't so I decide to put it back in my purse. But as I was about to put it back, Yugyeom grabbed it from my hands.

"You want to take a picture?"

"Huh? No, no its fine."

"No, c'mon it's fine. I know you wanted to but you're just too shy to ask."

I couldn't resist it. I wanted to take one anyways so I agreed.

He placed the phone up and we took a few pictures together. Of course, I looked terrible when I saw myself on the camera but I didn't really care as long as he was in it, it was good.

He took the empty bowls of noodles that we ate of afterwards and said he was just going to put them away but come back.

I put my phone away in my purse and noticed that I haven't given him the letter that I wrote for him. The letter I wrote a long time ago but I completely forgot about it, so I decided that when he comes back, would be the perfect time to give it. But as I waited for him, someone came in the room. I turned my head to see who it was and it was my . . . parents. They weren't happy to see me but saw that my leg was wrapped in bandages so they comforted me in relief.

" C'mon were going home so you can rest. " Mom said while she helped my dad carry me.

"Wait mom, just a second please."

"No. I know how much you want to stay but your safety is more important to us." Dad replied as he continuously carried me.

The letter. I couldn't leave it with me. I had to give it to Yugyeom. I had to find a way.

As I looked around to find a way to give it, I thought of something.

"Hey!" I yelled to one of the staff members trying to get his attention.

"Yah?"

"Could you please give this to Yugyeom when he comes back and say thank you for me." I handed him the letter and saw that he was confused.

"Come on Claire." Dad says.

"Please just give it to him." 

"Okay. Yeah, I'll give it to him." He finally answered.

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And with that, the next thing I knew, I was in the car. It was quiet the whole ride. But i still felt like I forgot something. I rethink carefully and then it hits me.

GEN.

Where was She? I didn't see her around backstage so where could she be?

"MOM!" I yelled.

"Yes?"

"WHERE'S GEN?!" I looked around the car hoping she would be in here, just sleeping in the baxl seat but how am I kidding. Of course, she wasn't.

" No need to panic. She went back home to tell us about your incident but we told her to look after Lance and Kyle while we pick you up." Mom informed.

I took a deep breath. I thought something bad might have happened to her.

"Anyways, we're going to have a talk when we get back home. All right?"

" Yeah." I replied.

This is going to be a long talk.








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