As soon as you got the call about your boyfriend, Choi Beomgyu of TXT spraining his ankle ligament, you ran out of the party you were invited to. Your team and manager helped you into your car and you drove off to the hospital. you were still in your shimmery white short dress. But it didn’t matter, you were too worried.

You barged into his room door, staring at a sitting beomgyu with his foot all bandaged up. “{{user}}? What are you doing here?” He said, looking up from his phone.