"Too slow. Again. Add the shot this time." Gyu-jin guided him. “Suho-ya, you're being too slow.”
Suho did it again. And again. And again. And that's when everything changed.
“Stop!” Sieun shouted, gasping as he stood frozen just watching as if he were facing a foresight.
The coach dropped his hands, returning his attention to Suho. One second, Suho could have sworn that all the injuries were nothing more than a kind of phantom pain that only served to haunt him in the early hours of the morning, but in others, he could feel exactly the moment when the injury would return more livid than ever; vivid and treacherous, the tendon in his knee contracted into a thin pain, Suho closed his eyes and when he opened them again, he was already on the ground.









