Lovely Boxer- LeeKnow

26: Too soon or too late?

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Filler chapter (kind off) <3
read the last chapter if you've forgotten lmaoo
please read a/n, it's really important.

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"Mom, I really mean to do well
But nothing is happening for me"
"This place that I've arrived to truly follow my dreams
Is too cold, but I'll try to persist"

  - dreaming girl- Xdinary Heroes-

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Hana POV:

I wish people wouldn't put so much faith in me. Mom and Dad were once proud of me too, but that changed. Terribly. It became insanely high expectation.

Now the problem is, Minho says he's proud of me, but I can't help feeling that his pride comes with a lot of expectations. What if I don't live up to them? I'm already struggling to keep it together, and the thought of failing him too is terrifying. I don't want to be a disappointment, but I'm afraid that no matter how hard I try, I might not be strong enough to make it through.

Mom already thinks I'm a disappointment. I'm scared it won't be long before Minho, Seungmin, and Jeongin think the same way. 

"What are you staring at so deeply?"
Minho asked, pulling me back from my thoughts.

"Nothing, just thinking about something."

"Like what?"

"Doesn't matter."

"If you're going to lie there with your eyes open, at least keep me entertained. I've been so bored at home lately, it feels like I'm living alone,"
he said, his voice taking on a playful whine, his pout unmistakable.

Minho's playful whine pulled me back into the moment, and despite the weight on my shoulders, I couldn't help but smile. His endearing pout and annoyingly cute smile made me wonder why his kindness felt so different. Why was his warmth cutting through my worries and making me feel unexpectedly comforted?

"Alright, alright," I said, trying to shake off the heaviness that had settled in my chest.
"What do you want to talk about?"

I propped myself up against the headboard, wrapping the blanket around me.

"No, really, you don't have to get up. You could be doing anything, and I'd still be happy,"
 Minho insisted, his voice warm and reassuring.

"Is it okay if i wanted to talk?"

He tilted his head slightly, a hint of confusion crossing his face. I could tell he was surprised that I wanted to engage in conversation; from his perspective, he had likely expected me to slip back into my usual non-verbal mode.

"Of course, that's okay."

"How did you get into boxing?"

"I used to practice taekwondo, but I got sidetracked when I discovered MMA."

"What's MMA?"

"Mixed Martial Arts. It was a tough transition, and I struggled at first, but I knew I wanted to stay in sports. Eventually, I decided to focus on just one sport, and that led me to boxing."