Fahami's POV:
Next day, Taesung and I went to the physiotherapy center. This was a bit costly for us, mostly for me. Taesung didn't have his own money. The owner helped a little when he heard about the accident. Still, it wasn't enough. The hospital bill, our daily expenses as well as his physiotherapy, all were depended on the money I earn through my little freelancing. It wasn't enough, and I was running out of money. I didn't know how would my father react if I asked for money. Before I came to South Korea, I told him I got a scholarship and I would not need his money to survive in here.
Hopefully, my father would understand my situation.
"Next, Baek Taesung!" Someone said loudly and I came back to reality.
Taesung who was sitting next to me sighed.
We both stood up and walked
