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48. Stay with me

Jin’s POV

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I adjusted the blanket gently over her, careful not to wake her. Her breathing was slow and even, eyes closed in peaceful sleep. She looked so small, curled up on the bed, like all the tension from earlier had finally melted away.

I was about to stand up when her lashes fluttered slightly.

“Mm…” her voice was groggy. “How did I… get home?”

I paused. Then smiled a little. “I carried you.”

She blinked, then looked up at me with a sleepy, surprised expression. “You… carried me?”

I chuckled softly. “Yeah. You knocked out as soon as we got in the car. I didn’t have the heart to wake you up.”

A slow smile tugged at her lips. “Thanks… for telling the staff I wasn’t feeling well. And… for bringing me back home.”

Something about the way she said that—so soft, so honest—made my chest tighten a little. It wasn’t often people said thank you with that kind of sincerity. My throat felt weird for a second. I just nodded, suddenly shy.

“You’re welcome,” I murmured.

She blinked at me for a beat, then tilted her head slightly. “Wait… did you see me drooling in the car?”

I stifled a laugh. “Maybe just a little.”

Her eyes widened in mock horror. “Jin!”

I grinned. “Don’t worry. I took a picture.”

She gasped. “You did not!”

I held up my hands in surrender, chuckling. “Okay, okay, I didn’t. But the temptation was strong.”

She swatted at my arm with the blanket, trying not to smile. “You're the worst.”

“But the sweetest worst you've ever met,” I teased.

She huffed, trying to hide her grin as she settled back against the pillow. “Still the worst…”

But there was no bite in her voice—just that playful warmth that made my heart feel oddly light.

She shifted under the blanket, then made a small face. “Ugh… I’m thirsty.”

I blinked, already halfway on my feet. “Hang on, I’ll get you some water.”

A moment later, I came back with a cold bottle and knelt beside her again. She took it slowly, her fingers brushing mine as she unscrewed the cap.

“Thank you,” she whispered again before taking a long sip, her eyes fluttering shut briefly at the relief.

I watched her, quietly, then smiled as she handed it back. “Feel better?”

She nodded, cheeks slightly flushed. “Yeah… thanks.”

Then she looked at me again, her voice quieter now, laced with a kind of vulnerability I wasn’t used to seeing in her. “Will you… stay?”

I blinked, caught off guard. “Huh?”

Her eyes dropped to the blanket, and she bit her lip like she regretted asking. “I mean—” she fidgeted with the edge of the blanket, “just lie here with me. For a bit. I… feel safe with you.”

The way she said it—so small, so raw—it made something in my chest ache in the best way. I wasn’t sure what to say for a second. No one’s ever said that to me before… not with that kind of honesty. That quiet trust.

I smiled, soft and warm. “Of course,” I whispered. “Just for a bit.”

I moved slowly, carefully lying down beside her so she wouldn’t feel overwhelmed. But just as I settled, she scooted closer without a word, her head gently resting against my chest.

Her fingers curled lightly into my shirt like she didn’t want me to go anywhere.

My heart… it was gone. Just absolutely gone.

I wrapped an arm around her protectively, brushing my thumb along her arm. “I’ve got you,” I whispered.

She sighed softly, like all the stress of the world slipped away right then. And in that moment, holding her like this—I knew I’d stay as long as she wanted me to.

“Thank you again, Jin,” she murmured, voice muffled against my chest. “For helping me with the chaos... for telling the staff… for bringing me home... for carrying me… for staying.”

I looked down at her, the corners of my lips lifting. “Of course,” I said softly. “It’s kind of my responsibility now, isn’t it?”

She tilted her head slightly to look up at me, brows raised in curiosity.

I grinned playfully, brushing a lock of hair from her face. “You’re our Lucky Fan. The one we all secretly spoil and worry about, remember?”

A soft chuckle escaped her lips, and she shook her head gently. “You’re ridiculous…”

“But charmingly responsible,” I teased.

She smiled, that warm, sleepy smile that made my heart do somersaults. “Very.”

I leaned in slowly and pressed a light kiss to her forehead—gentle, lingering. She let out the faintest sigh, her eyes fluttering shut again, her arm curling tighter around me like she approved… like she felt safe.

I wrapped my arm around her securely, brushing her back in slow, soothing motions.

“Good night, Y/N,” I whispered, lips still close to her hair.

She didn’t reply—but I felt it in the way she relaxed against me completely, as if her heart had finally found somewhere to rest.

And for the first time in a while… sleep came to me with a smile.