lovely boxer ✰ lee minho

24: Turbulence

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a/n: Highly recommend (Turbulence- Ateez) for this chapter.

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In the harsh wind, in my wounded heart 

 It seems like the world is telling me to just give up

 Only endless darkness 

 Where will we go at the end of this? 

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No One's POV:

"Y-yes, come in"

Minho stepped in, his heart aching for her. "Hana?" he said softly, approaching her bedside. 

But she doesn't look at him.
"I'm going to take a bath, my body aches. I'll talk to you later"
She said her eyes filled with tears, flowing down her face.

"Please, look at me. I'm not here to ask you anything.
Just stop crying, you're going to get more sick."
He gently guided her back onto the bed. She didn't resist at all, making the motion effortless.

Hana looked up at Minho, her eyes filled with tears, as she tried to steady her breathing. His calm and reassuring presence provided a small anchor in the storm of her emotions. Gently, he wiped the tears from her cheeks and tucked stray strands of hair behind her ear.

"You're a bit warm. Just focus on taking deep breaths, okay?"

"I've upset Mom again," Hana said, her voice breaking as she looked up at him while sitting up. "She hung up on me."

"Shh, don't cry. Just calm down. She's your mom; she'll come around."

"Minho, it's not my fault. I didn't say anything wrong."

"I'm so sorry, Hana,"
Minho said, pulling her into a warm, reassuring hug.

Hana clung to him, her tears soaking into his shirt. But he didn't care.
"I can't do this. I don't what else I can do."

Minho gently wiped the tears from Hana's cheeks, his touch firm but comforting.
"Hey, it's okay," he said softly.
"You'll figure this out, you always do. But I'm here to help, you know that, right?"

Hana nodded, her voice trembling.
"I'm tired. My head hurts so much."

"Go back to sleep, I'll wake you up in a while when breakfast's ready."

Hana closed her eyes, the exhaustion weighing heavily on her. Minho tucked the blankets around her, making sure she was comfortable. He gave her a final reassuring pat on the shoulder.

"I'll be right here," he said quietly. "Just get some rest."

As Hana drifted off, Minho quietly left the room. He moved around the kitchen with a quiet determination, preparing breakfast while his mind remained occupied with thoughts of Hana. He knew that her parents had been less than supportive, but the details of their strained relationship were murky to him. He wished he could understand more so he could be a better friend.