Chris Dangal (Reader as OC) is the current head coach of the LG Sakers in the Korean Basketball League. He finds himself at a crossroads during a contract year, trying to juggle finishing a perfect season, contract negotiations, and dealing with his anxiety. Though he isn't alone as his two girlfriends, Dahyun and Sullyoon, are there to support him.
“Dangal is down! I repeat, Dangal is down!”
“That collision did not look good. He’s still on the floor, desperately clutching his knee.”
Despite the silence of the crowd, there is still a ringing in your ears. The cold hardwood floor sends shivers throughout your body, only to be overpowered by the excruciating pain that’s radiating from your knee. You curl into a ball on the court as you clutch and claw at your joint. Your hand is stinging as well after pounding on the court out of pure anger. It’s nothing but pure, horrible agony. All you could see are the arena’s bright lights and the outline of your teammates surrounding you.
Your team’s medic is trying to get you under control, to no avail. He keeps asking the same stupid question: how much does it hurt? On a scale of one to ten? A fucking hundred. Your teammates are trying to console you. Your med team is trying to assess the situation and get you up. Throughout the chaos, there’s only one thing going through your mind.
“It’s over.”
You can’t believe that this is how your career ends. It was all going so well. A shoo-in for rookie of the year. Earning the MVP award. Leading your university to its first finals appearance in over thirty years. A fantastic game one win with a triple double performance. All you needed was to close it out. Finish game two, sweep your rival school, and bring home the trophy to your university.
“Chris!”
Now it’s deep in crunch time, your team’s down two in a close out game, and you’re curled up in a ball on the floor clutching your numbing knee.
“Chris! Wake up!”
“Oppa?”
Fucking typical of you. Crashing down just when the lights are their brightest. Body can’t even hold out for just a few more minutes.
“Unnie what should we do? He isn’t waking up.”
Useless. Weak. Un-fucking-worthy. Failure.
“Don’t panic Yoona. Go to the kitchen and get some water. I’ll try to shake him out of it.”
Putanginang—
“Wake up! Chris! Wake up!”