Lovely Boxer- LeeKnow

15: You miss it, Don't you?

⚠️: attempted SH later (please my loves, don't read it if it triggers you. Also she stops, so emphasis on attempt </3)

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Minho POV:

As Jeongin said, she did fall asleep, well Seungmin was too, but he kept waking up. We waited until the movie was over and switched the TV off.

"I'll sleep in my room, you three sleep here comfortably, okay?"
I whispered.

"No, you have to sleep here, together, that's the whole point of a sleepover."
Jeongin said whispering back, aggressively.

"How do you think 4 are going to fit on this?"

"Unless you care about comfort, you'll fit just fine."

"You don't care about comfort?"

"It's just for one night"

"Fine, I'll sleep here."

"Like you had a choice. But yes, please sleep here."

I took one of the pillows Jeongin was handing me and put it under my head, until I noticed I didn't have a blanket, because a certain someone had pulled almost all of it to themselves.

"Seungmin don't be a blanket thief and share it with me"
I said tugging on the blanket

"Get another one, I can't share it"
He said groggily, pulling it all to him.

"You little- Fine, I'll get another one"
I said as I crawled to the corner of the makeshift bed, picking up the blanket that someone must've kicked sometime during the night.

I crawled back, went under the sheets, and fell asleep before I knew it.

Hana POV:

It's early in the morning, the sun shining through the window making it evident. I check my phone, it's exactly 9:00, almost as if my body had become its own alarm clock.
My brain was still lagging a little but I looked around me and saw, Jeongin sleeping holding one of Seungmin's arms.

But as I looked to Seungmin, I giggled, but slapped my palm over my mouth.

THIS WAS GOLD.

I rubbed my eyes just to be sure. Seungmin and Minho all cuddled up together. I knew at some point during the night, I'd heard them squabbling for a blanket. Maybe this is how It ended.

I get up from bed slowly, with my phone in my hand, clicking a pic of the three.

I was definitely teasing the three with this later.

I go up to my room, pick out my clothes for the day and walk into the bathroom. I brushed my teeth, avoided looking into the mirror because I knew I looked terrible. But it was inevitable, and I ended up looking up. My hair was unkempt, not taken care of and the ends were dying and in desperate need of a haircut, my lips looked dry, chapped and pale, and my face looked sullen.
I splashed water on my face, shaking off all the thoughts.

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I changed out of my clothes, and as my pants slip down, I stared at my thighs.
Ouch, they looked so hurt. I graze my finger over them, hissing over the touch, even when it wasn't a healing or fresh wound. Just the memories, the thoughts.
I'd remember the thoughts that I had before I dragged it, every time.
I was always reminded.