Lovely Boxer- LeeKnow

22: Getting her back

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Hana POV: 

Whatever he knows now, whatever he has heard now,  it's just the surface. I'm so tired of this endless cycle. I just want it to be over. I want to get better, to feel normal again, but it feels so hard. It's so fucking hard. Every day is a struggle, and even when I try, it never seems enough. The weight of it all is overwhelming. I want to be strong, to fight through this, but sometimes it feels like I'm running on empty. But I need to hold on to the hope that things will change.

When the doctor leaves, the small smile that had managed to touch my lips fades away instantly. Minho settles back into the chair, exhaling heavily as he does. The silence that follows feels heavy, like it's pressing down on us both. Minho looks as worn out as I feel, his shoulders hunched and his eyes tired.

I glance at Minho, trying to push away the heaviness that's settled in my chest. My voice comes out softly but with a hint of desperation. "Do Seungmin and Jeongin know I'm here?"

Minho looks at me with a mixture of sadness and reassurance.
"They don't know yet. I thought it would be best to wait until we had more information. I didn't want to worry them unnecessarily."

"Good. I wasn't planning on telling them. They'll worry."

"About that, they're at our house because I dint what else to do since they both wanted to come with me, here. So you're gonna have to face them either way."

I take a deep breath, feeling a mix of gratitude and anxiety.
"Thank you for looking out for them. And for being here."

"Hana, I don't understand why this whole thing happened in the first place but whatever the fuck has been happening past few weeks, it stops now."

"I know, want it to be over too," I confess, my voice faltering. "I want things to be different."

"But Minho," I continue, trying to steady my voice, "it's not easy. It's never been easy. And sometimes, it feels like no matter how hard I try, I'm just stuck."

"You've got more strength than you realize," he says, his voice filled with conviction.
"And you don't have to carry it all on your own. Let us help. Let us be there for you."

I don't reply. I just stare at him, feeling the enormity of his words sink in.

"Do you want a hug? You look like you do."

I chuckle, a small laugh escaping despite the heaviness.
 "Really? Lee Minho offering a hug? I must be honored."

He gives a wry smile, but there's warmth in his eyes.
"Don't get used to it. It's a rare sight."

The simple offer hits me harder than I expected. My throat tightens, and I find it hard to speak, but I nod slowly. He holds out his arms he gets up from his chair, moving towards me. The embrace is gentle but sincere, and I let myself sink into the comfort of his arms. It's a small gesture, but right now, it feels like a lifeline. Maybe its not so bad to ask for help.

"Thanks," I murmur into his shoulder, feeling a bit of the weight lift.

"You're so strong. The strongest person I've seen. I can't believe how you went through everything without letting anyone know."