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I grunted as soon as my face hit something hard. I got dizzy for a moment before raising my head and found myself laying over K's muscular body, hugged by his strong arms and we're on the dry pavement.

"Ungh..."

He groaned and briefly shook his head. I quickly tried to stand up but I apparently twisted my ankle. My only option was to slide away from his body before someone sees us in that position and spread it on the nosy media.

"Are you alright...?"

K asked softly while slowly sitting back up.

"I'm fine, how about you? Oh my god please tell me you didn't hit your head..."

My voice is trembling and I can't stop my body from shaking.

I'm so worried that he hurt himself in the process.

They have a very tight schedule this month and it would be troublesome to cancel all their modeling gigs, especially the collaboration performances with other veteran artists at this point of their careers.

"I'm good. It's just a scratch, it'll heal in no time."

I wanted to hold his elbow and kiss the pain away right at this instant. Fortunately the truck driver came and apologized on his knees or else I might've did it again and cause even bigger trouble for them.

K shook his head and apologized on my behalf instead. The bodyguards came rushing down to help us stand up while other members remained inside the vicinity, probably to avoid catching more attention on our side of the road.

I wanted to pretend everything's fine, however, my left ankle started to throb and no matter how hard I tried to move my leg it won't help me bend my knees to stand up without pain.

K possibly saw what's happening so he casually scooped my body up and brought me into the van.

Fuma also helped to put me in between them at the backseat. The younger members kept bombarding me with questions full of concerns so Fuma had to assure them that everyone will be filled in once they get me into the nearest hospital.

It was worse at the reception when the nurse interviewed me about my biodata and the members tagged along, answering almost all the questions themselves and for some reason they know what they're talking about.

My eyes widened in surprise.

I didn't expect the members knew me that well despite the short amount of time I spent with them.

It made me feel I really belonged and made my heart full.

Not long after, a young female nurse brought a wheelchair and K lifted me up again to assist me on sitting without having to drag my feet.

I unconsciously grabbed his collar for support when my fingers felt an electric current ran over as soon as my hand touched his firm chest.

It made K look at me in shock.

"Did it hurt?"

He asked curiously.

"Just a bit. Nothing to worry about."

Both the nurse and I gasped when he inspected my palm by enveloping his long fingers all over it.

My heart was beating so fast and as much as I wanted it to last, I also wish for it to end just as much.

Something tells me that every eyes around us are staring, or worse, filming and it's gonna ruin his reputation before the Korean comeback.

So I immediately broke our connection and acted like it never happened. Thankfully the nurse interfered before K could speak.

"I'm sorry but no one can accompany her to the x-ray room. Normally, anyone is allowed to wait outside the door, however, it's already past six o'clock and visitors aren't allowed to stay for all the patients' sake."

Her tone was very strict yet she looked at him apologetically.

"Can you please let it slide just this once? It was my fault that she got into an accident."

I can't believe K is doing that notorious puppy eyes on her and to think he's against doing cute stuff as much as possible because he thinks he's too old for that.

I really wanted to see that particular facial expression more often especially if directed to me but it seemed impossible before the group has been allowed to interact with their fans.

The nurse got flustered and it felt like I was watching some teen drama. I felt envious at the fact that she just met him and she already got a rare and precious moment engraved into her memories.

"Are you related?"

"No."

Stabbed for the nth time.

I guess I'm too delusional to hope he'd lie and say I'm a family to him but of course, reality hits and my heart once again got squeezed.

Perhaps it was because of the pandemic that made K think he fell in love with me.

I literally have no competition at that time since most of the staffs are either married or prefer the same gender.

I was really lucky I applied early or else I've been easily rejected like the rest.

Becoming an acquaintance of Fuma, having him talk so highly of me every chance he gets, K was probably hypnotized into thinking he's got no other choice.

Now my chest hurts more than my leg and I can't even do something about it.