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I honestly wanted to watch House of Wax, but I fell asleep terribly.
I couldn't remember anything-just the haze of dozing off after a sharp, throbbing migraine hit me, followed by a wave of weakness. It spread through my body like a virus. I had no idea why I was so tired that day, but there I was, in the middle of the theater, slipping into unconsciousness during a horror movie. The jump scares didn't even register. Nothing could rouse me.
Even Donghyuck's over-the-top screams during the scariest moments failed to wake me. Apparently, we were almost kicked out because of how loud he was. Go figure. He'd be the one to get us all banned from a cinema.
I woke up about 15 minutes before the movie ended, confused and disoriented, only to realize something far worse than sleeping through the entire film-I had been sleeping on Mark's shoulder.
My heart skipped a beat, and I immediately felt the blood rush to my face. How long had I been like that? I could feel the warmth of his body against mine, and the steady, quick rhythm of his heartbeat under my cheek.
Embarrassed didn't even begin to describe it. But strangely enough, I stayed in that position for just a little longer. I didn't want to move. The closeness was nice, comforting even.
When the movie ended, I pulled the classic, "Oh, I was totally awake." move, pretending to stir and yawn like I hadn't just missed 90% of the film.
No one said anything, but Donghyuck shot me a knowing smirk. He definitely noticed.
We all walked home after that since no one brought a car.
Donghyuck, as usual, couldn't stop talking, going on and on about how "surprisingly good" the movie was. I didn't understand how he found it "surprisingly good" when he'd spent most of it screaming at every possible jump scare.
Mark commented about how it was the scariest experience of his life and how he never wanted to go through that again.
Jaemin? He was silent the whole time, which wasn't unusual, but tonight it felt different. I couldn't quite put my finger on it.
When we finally reached the street where Mark and I lived, Donghyuck began whining about having to walk alone the rest of the way to his place. "What if someone made out of wax comes chasing after me?" He groaned, throwing exaggerated glances behind him.
"They wouldn't be able to move if they were made of wax." Jaemin pointed out, sounding far too logical for this time of night.
"That's not the point, Jaemin," Donghyuck huffed.
And that's when I had a brilliant idea. Or a tired, possibly headache-induced one. "You guys can sleep over at my place. No one's home but me-Jaehyun's in Queens for work, and my parents are with Auntie and Uncle Siwoo."
Donghyuck's eyes lit up like Christmas had come early. "Sleepover? Say less."
Jaemin didn't need to ask permission; He practically lived at my house anyway, showing up whenever he felt like it.
