Chapter 39 Ankle Injury
When she got home, Han Yunxing thought for a moment, then propped her phone up on the coffee table and turned on Vlive.
Are there still so many stars awake?
Han Yunxing, with her long hair loose, leaned back against the sofa and sat cross-legged on the carpet.
Although she started the live stream without any prior notice in the early hours of the morning, Han Yunxing was still bombarded with comments from her fans. As she watched the rapidly scrolling comment section, she tried her best to answer questions as if she were rapping.
"Ha, you guys are so enthusiastic." Han Yunxing covered her face, her mouth dry from speaking so many replies.
The stars teased Han Yunxing like a child, mischievously speeding up the pace of their questions. After realizing what was happening, Han Yunxing picked up the cup next to her, took a sip of water to moisten her throat, and began to pick and choose questions to interact with.
—Getting greedy, when will Yoon Sung return!
—What a good baby who keeps promises! Live broadcast!
—I'm having trouble sleeping. The only good news today is seeing fresh Yoon-sung.
We'll see each other again this year!
"It's a bit of a headache. I've been finishing work late lately, so I don't know what kind of live streams the stars like, but I'll try to go online more often."
"Let's promise to meet again and again, okay?" Han Yunxing picked up a cushion from the sofa behind her, sank her chin into the soft fabric, and thinking that it was getting late, she said, "A goodnight song for everyone, sweet dreams~"
"now that i'm with my one and only
I just have to stay here with me
Let me lay where I'm safe.
i don't want to run anymore”「1」
Han Yunxing sang with her knees drawn up and her head tilted to the side. Her gentle voice, like spring water, washed away people's fatigue from the day.
Outside, the moon was veiled by a thin layer of clouds, and in the tranquility of all things, musical notes gathered into a boat, slowly sailing towards the Milky Way.
Inside, people who had been busy all day were finally resting. Han Yunxing smiled and ended the live stream: "Goodnight, sweet dreams~"
【Good evening. 】
Almost at the same moment she turned off the live stream, a message popped up on her phone screen, and Han Yunxing stood up and walked towards her room.
In the middle of the night, in the quiet room, besides the sound of footsteps, there was a half-uttered murmur lingering in the air.
Good night, have a good night's sleep.
Fans slept soundly to the gentle singing, and the next day they flocked to the official fan cafe to leave messages. After seeing the feedback, Han Yunxing started to do occasional late-night sleep aid live streams. Sometimes she would just chat with the stars and sing a few songs.
Even so, fans showered Han Yunxing with praise as if it were free. Indeed, fans are the most adorable people.
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The weather in July was very hot and humid. Even at night, the moist air from the ocean felt like superglue, clinging to the skin.
As soon as he stepped off the stage, before he could even wipe the sweat off Kwon Ji-yong's body with a towel, his team members rushed forward to help him up.
Kwon Ji-yong was still breathing heavily, his face was pale, and the cheers of fans were still not far away, but at this moment it was as if he was wearing a soundproof shield, and all the sounds were indistinct, with only the pounding of his heart and the panting from his nose remaining.
"Ice!" "And towels!" "Quickly!"
Helped to the sofa, the sound of running and various instructions broke through the barrier and reached his ears. He casually took the towel handed to him by the person next to him and wiped the sweat off as if washing his face. Only then did Kwon Ji-yong realize the swelling and pain in his ankle with a very long reflex.
Before I could even lift my foot to check the situation, the team's staff rushed over with towels and ice packs.
He was suddenly laid flat on the sofa, his legs were raised, and the coolness of the ice made him shiver.
"We should go to the hospital."
"Fortunately, we had a buffer."
"The doctor is here."
Kwon Ji-yong appeared somewhat quiet amidst the words of concern, and was helped to the back seat when the car arrived.
Looking down at his feet, which were wrapped up like rice dumplings, he leaned against the car window, watching the trees and dim streetlights recede into the distance.
Suddenly his phone vibrated. He turned his head to see that it was Han Yunxing calling. He smiled and perked up.
Han Yunxing's cheerful voice broke the quiet atmosphere in the car. Her manager turned around and glanced at Kwon Jiyong, whose condition had obviously improved. He breathed a sigh of relief and took out his earphones from his bag and put them on.
"Oppa, are you going back to the hotel now?"
After her last phone call with Lee Joo-hyuk, Han Yoon-sung had considered taking advantage of the crew's break to watch the Thailand show. However, as soon as the idea popped into her head, she immediately dismissed it. It was all because Kwon Ji-yong had been so proactive lately that Han Yoon-sung had almost lost her mind to him.
Even though she couldn't attend the event, she still managed to make a video call to Kwon Ji-yong.
The person on the other end didn't answer his question for a long time, but just smiled and looked at his tiny reflection on the screen.
Han Yunxing nestled in the prime spot of the production studio, on the beanbag chair she had recently chosen, and couldn't resist the silent smile from the person opposite her: "Are you very tired? Then I won't bother you anymore."
She pretended to hang up the phone, and then she heard a soft, muffled laugh.
"Don't hang up, talk to me a little longer."
The girl picked out interesting things that happened that day to share with him, her small dimples appearing and disappearing, blooming in front of him as she got excited.
Han Yoon-sung noticed that Kwon Ji-yong was staring at her face, so she moved her face closer to the screen.
There's nothing dirty on my face.
"Isn't it boring?"
Han Yunxing was just talking about trivial things.
For example, iye would blankly chase its own tail in the morning.
For example, a fellow trainee shared information about spicy strips, a famous snack in China.
For example, the sunset today is very beautiful.
"I'm very happy."
"Huh?"
"It's wonderful to hear Yunxing talk about these things."
Kwon Ji-yong felt like he had found the magic bean, otherwise why would the pain in his ankle and the frustration caused by the company's shirking of responsibility have disappeared?
Han Yunxing straightened her back as she listened to the voice on the other end: "My mission is to spread happiness."
After saying that, he was shocked by his own shameless words and shook his head frantically.
After chatting for a while, it seemed the person on the other end was about to get off the bus, so Han Yunxing hung up the phone and prepared to continue working.
Just before turning off her phone, Han Yunxing's attention was drawn to a news pop-up.
Just after clearing customs, while waiting for the car, the agent received a phone call.
"Yes. Thank you very much."
Kwon Ji-yong turned his head to look at his manager as he hung up the phone: "Hyung, go straight home later, thanks for your hard work."
At the same time, the people next to them also spoke up.
"Zhilong, we'll head straight back to our residence later."
Kwon Ji-yong raised an eyebrow and nodded after hearing this.
The agent continued, "Yunxingxi has invited a very professional doctor to come to her home."
Kwon Ji-yong paused, realizing what was going on. He opened his phone and found the company's statement among a bunch of messages.
[The timing was originally set for the elevator to lower, but GD missed it because he was too engrossed in the moment.]
Tilting his head, Kwon Ji-yong lowered his eyes and scrolled through the comments below.
"Tsk."
He pulled out a few photos from his phone and uploaded them to his Instagram account to let his fans know he was safe.
Once in the car, Kwon Ji-yong wanted to explain to Han Yoon-sung what he had just concealed. He opened Kakao and saw the words "I'm going home to rest."
He reluctantly put down his phone and curled up in his seat.
Seeing Kwon Ji-yong fall silent again in the rearview mirror, his manager, sitting in the passenger seat, scratched his head in confusion.
"The previous doctor handled it very promptly."
Using a bandage to immobilize Kwon Ji-yong's ankle, the doctor adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses and looked at the person sitting on the sofa, saying, "I just have a suggestion: GD-xi should reduce the intensity of his ankle activities in the near future, and it would be best to have another X-ray taken."
"Could you please prescribe some more painkillers for me?"
If the patient is uncooperative, there's nothing a doctor can do, no matter how skilled they are. But before leaving with his medical kit, he handed Kwon Ji-yong a business card: "He's a very good rehabilitation therapist friend. Feel free to contact him."
After watching the doctor leave, the manager looked at the business card in his artist's hand and cautiously asked, "Jiyong, are we free to film a short video tomorrow?"
Kwon Ji-yong's gaze traced the logo of Myeongsan Hospital in the upper left corner of the business card, and he declined his manager's suggestion: "Forget it, it's easy to get photographed."
"How about I contact this doctor and see if he'd be willing to come to my home for a rehabilitation session?"
Kwon Ji-yong stroked the business card and nodded in agreement.
Goodnight~~
[Yunxing, the medicine the doctor applied is very effective; you're feeling much better now.]
[There was cushioning when he jumped; it wasn't as serious as it looks in the video.]
Okay, it does hurt a little TT
Are you asleep? Sweet dreams.
Han Yunxing woke up early and saw a message from someone on her phone. Her expression was indifferent. After replying, she put her phone on the bedside table and got up to wash.
upstairs
After impatiently answering the president's call, Kwon Ji-yong heard rustling sounds coming from the bed. He leaned against the headboard with difficulty, rubbing his eyes, while scrolling through his phone with his other hand. He suddenly sat up straight, as if he had seen some news.
Oppa, am I some kind of outsider?
Han Yunxing was sitting at her desk doing her recently accumulated homework when the doorbell rang.
"Don't you know the password?"
She went to open the door, and there was the person she expected standing outside.
"I can't walk anymore~" Kwon Ji-yong said, his expression unreadable by Han Yoon-sung's. He obediently leaned his arm against the door frame instead of wrapping it around Han Yoon-sung's neck.
Han Yunxing, who had asked the doctor about the situation in detail yesterday, knew that this person was not yet at the point of being unable to walk, but she did not expose Quan Zhilong and helped him to sit down on the sofa.
"ah!"
Han Yunxing put him on the sofa and was about to go back to her study to continue doing her homework when she turned around. Her slender wrist was suddenly grabbed and she was dragged into an embrace that smelled faintly of musk.
"Are you angry, Kiyo~"
Kwon Ji-yong held Han Yoon-sung tightly to prevent her from running away, poking her cheek with one hand.
Stop liking him!
Han Yoon-sung never knew that being angry could be called cute. Also, if it weren't for Kwon Ji-yong, she would have called someone a hooligan if it were someone else.
People around her even came over to ask what the message she sent meant.
Han Yunxing didn't want to say it at this time, but Kwon Ji-yong's evasive manner made the little flame in her heart rise up.
"Oppa, am I still a child in your eyes?"
"You didn't tell me when something happened, and you even forced a smile for me. Do you think I'd be touched?"
Because Han Yunxing deliberately kept her distance, Kwon Ji-yong heard her fluctuating tone but didn't realize the seriousness of the problem.
I was really happy to receive your call yesterday.
"I won't be in Korea tomorrow, so please don't be angry, Princess-nim, okay?"
It was that coaxing tone again. Han Yunxing turned her head away from his gaze.
"Oppa, do you really like me?"
Han Yoon-sung believes that all sorts of unexpected events exist in the world, so she always expresses her feelings frankly to those she considers her own people. Her ambiguous relationship with Kwon Ji-yong is already a violation of her life principles.
Kwon Ji-yong never expected that his "exaggerating small things and making big things disappear" approach would backfire on Han Yoon-sung.
"Yunxing," he sighed, "isn't it obvious enough that I like you?"
Han Yunxing blinked quickly, but didn't forget the most important point: "Why didn't you wait until you were healed before telling me?"
"That's not news flying everywhere."
Han Yoon-sung keenly noticed Kwon Ji-yong's muttering and glanced back at him.
I won't try to be tough in front of you anymore.
Seeing him raise his hand in assurance, Han Yunxing felt it was really difficult to argue with the person in front of her, so she snorted and stopped talking about the topic.
Seeing Han Yoon-sung's softened expression, Kwon Ji-yong closed the distance between them again. Just as he was about to say something while the atmosphere was good, his manager called.
"Zhilong, the rehabilitation therapist is here. Where are you?"
Han Yunxing, who was sitting to the side, also heard what was being said across from her. She looked at Kwon Ji-yong's ankle and thought it was probably quite serious.
Kwon Ji-yong hung up the phone, his words interrupted and the best opportunity lost. Han Yoon-sung had already gotten up to help him upstairs.
"Be careful with your ankles in the upcoming performance."
Han Yoon-sung knew that Kwon Ji-yong wouldn't give up on the stage effect, so she could only tell him to be careful.
"Don't worry, I have my own magic bean too." Kwon Ji-yong hugged Han Yoon-sung, his other hand restlessly pinching her fingers.
Hearing a noise at the door, the manager opened it and saw Kwon Ji-yong leaning against Han Yoon-sung. He immediately helped him up.
How could we let Han Yunxing do heavy work!
Sensing Kwon Ji-yong's resentful gaze, he belatedly realized that his timing was not quite right.
Ignoring the commotion between the two, Han Yunxing bowed and greeted the rehabilitation doctor inside the room.
"Then I'll head back now."
Although reluctant, knowing that Han Yoon-sung was a student who still had homework to do, Kwon Ji-yong leaned on his manager and waved goodbye.
When Han Yoon-sung returned home, she found that Kwon Ji-yong had brought her a gift from Bangkok. He really does treat her like a child.
iye ran to the side a moment ago, but now she's jumped onto the table and is looking at a bag of things on it.
"This is for Iye, right?" Han Yunxing held up a small wooden cat carving and compared it to Iye. The kitten patted its tail boredly and kept rubbing its head against Han Yunxing's hand.
In the end, Han Yunxing carefully arranged Iye's little wooden carving together with the aromatherapy from last time, and she returned to her study carrying the snacks that had traveled across the ocean.
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Author's note: "1" Joshua radin - one and only
I found it hard to start an argument, hmph.
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