Lovely Boxer - LeeKnow

29: Better off without me

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Ooh, maybe it's my dream that killed my self esteem
Got so good at being someone else
Maybe I lost myself
In the search of your acceptance

But when they're looking for a call, they wanna say hi
They wonder if the person they knew's still inside
Seems so simple, it's really so hard
But I don't want nobody to see my ugly heart
To see my ugly scars

-I don't think I'm okay- Bazzi-

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.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

No one's POV:

Hana's mind was tangled in the aftermath of the argument.
Her tears and the heaviness of her regret seemed to fill the room, making the once-comforting space feel alien and oppressive. She wished she could turn back time and handle the situation differently, but the sharp words and hurt feelings had already left their mark.

Her thoughts kept turning to Minho, and the expression of frustration and concern on his face replayed in her mind. She knew he cared deeply for her, but his worry had come out as frustration. Hana could understand why he felt that way; she had been pushing herself too hard, and it was clear that it was taking a toll on both her body and her relationships.

But the way Minho had confronted her felt like a breach of her personal space, as if he didn't trust her to manage her own life. Was he wrong? No, he wasn't. If she weren't so stubbornly determined to solve her problems on her own, she'd be more open to the help and advice of those around her. It wasn't that she didn't appreciate his concern-she did-but in the heat of the moment, it had felt more like an invasion than support.

Taking a deep breath, she pushed herself up from the chair. She carefully gathered the scattered papers, closed the open books, and tidied the desk as best as she could. Packing her bag for the next morning, she made sure to clean up her mess.

As she paused by the door, she debated whether to reach out to Minho. The argument had been intense, and she feared that apologizing too soon might seem insincere or hasty.
But the more she thought about it, the more she wanted to mend whatever had fractured between them as soon as possible.

She decided against it, and turned off the lights and made her way to her bed, her movements slow and deliberate. She took Doongie with her, letting the cat curl up beside her as she lay down.
She closed her eyes, trying to focus on the gentle warmth of the cat and the calming rhythm of her breathing.

Sleep began to claim her, but the echoes of their argument still lingered in her mind.

Minho's mind was a swirl of frustration and worry as he sat alone in his room. The argument with Hana had left him feeling drained and conflicted. He replayed their heated exchange over and over, trying to make sense of his emotions and her reaction. He had tried to express his worries, but the way it had come out felt like it had only made things worse.

He knew Hana was fiercely independent, and he admired her strength and determination. It was part of what drew him to her in the first place. But there were times when he wished she would let people in, even when they had advice or concerns. It wasn't that he didn't trust her to manage her life; he just wanted to make sure she was okay. His attempt to protect her had turned into something that felt more like an intrusion, and that thought gnawed at him.