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8ㅣMorning

I lazily open my eyes to see, in my bed, next to me is, Hoseok. Our arms around each other like we're trying not to let go of the other.

The warm feeling welling up inside me never wants to leave. Even though, I'm in these pervert's arms, I feel a sense of security and hope for happiness. Hope? Why do I feel hope? Hopefully I'll know soon. Wait! What?

Hope. Maybe he gives me hope that I know someone will be always there for me. Gives me hope, that I will not lose him as I lost them. Hope. Hopeful. Hopefulness. He's my Hope. My...my...my Hobi. My Hobi. What a weird nickname, Hobi. A least he's weird too. But, then again, it's a cute, sweet and short one.

I hate him but, I don't. I hate him for being like them. I hate him for acting like them. I hate him for being so possessive over me. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. But, I love it. I love his warmth. I love his unexplainable commitment to me and only me. I love the sincerity in his voice. I love his comforting words. I love how he promised me, that he will always be there with open arms. I love being in his arms. I love his concern for me. I love it. I love him. Oh My Gods! I love him!

I've only known him for not that long. How is that possible? I know I've said this before but, what makes him so special? Why am I in love with someone who is just like them? Why? I loved them too...But that was different. I knew them longer than him. Then, why? I tilt my head up to examine Hoseok's face. "Hobi? Are you awake?"

I don't know why I'm whispering. We're the only people in the house. Maybe I don't want this to end? To feel the cold outside world, still needing his warmth. Hoseok moves closer and squeezes me even tighter. I'm dying of how comfortable his warm hug are. Why couldn't he hug me like this in the beginning? Then again, we wouldn't be here. So, I guess I can let that slide, this time.

I call his name again and he replies with a groan. I chuckle at his groggy moan. I my turn body around and put my head next to his chest hearing his slow and steady heartbeat. I could fall asleep again against his warm body, surrounded by his welcoming, cozy arms.

Hoseok's POV

I hear someone calling my name but I was having the best dream ever. (Y/N) was in my arms and was hugging me with the same warmth. I groan to let the person know that I don't want to get up get yet.

I hear a light chuckle, feeling something turn around with more warmth on my chest. When I reluctantly open my eyes, I see (Y/N) laying her head on my chest with a smile. A smile?

It's surprising to see her smile. It's not like I don't like it, I never saw her smile like that, or at least when I'm around. I didn't realise before but, she has strong arms and a tight grip. I'm not going anywhere anytime soon, even if I wanted too, and I don't want to. I want to stay to here with her, in each others' arms, just like this.

Before, I thought it would be fun to make her into my play toy, but now, now I don't want to lose her like I lost my brother all those years ago. Seeing her with someone else makes me feel jealous that person it's me. I think I'm being very possessive. I promised I would keep you safe, always being there for her. And intend to keep that promise. 약속. A promise.

I look over to the clock on the wall. My eyes widen, "SH!T!!!" I yell.

Your POV

"SH!T!!!" I look up at him and he looks down at me. "Today is Monday! And Monday is a school today!"

I can't comprehend anything he just said. I tilt my head. What? It's too early to think. "Today! Is! School! We're! Go!Ing! To! Be! Late!"

"WHAT?!!" I let go of Hoseok and got out of bed. Grabbing my clothes, I run to change in the bathroom. I didn't have time to take a shower. (Gross) I am going to be late. My 엄마will kill me if I'm late. Late to my second day of school. Aah! "Hoseok! Go home and change into different clothes".

He never left the bed, the whole time I was in the bathroom. "No," he simply states.

"And why not?!" I rest my hands on my hips. Ugh! I sound like my mother.

Hoseok smirks. "You're the only person who saw me wear this yesterday. So it doesn't really matter. Does it".

I throw my hands up in the air. (Like you just don't care. Sorry but it does fit) "You know what?! I don't care!"

"Then why did you ask?"

I know, I walked straight into that one. His smirk never leaves his face. He moves his hand to bite his fingers making him look (Hot? Gorgeous? Sexy? Cute? A God?) like I just died and went to Hell.

I roll my eyes. And why do I like him again? I think I forgot. I can't believe I'm going to be late on the Second day of school. All because I wanted to be in his warm arms. Ugh! It's all Hobi's fault.

Hobi's POV

She looks so cute when she's frustrated. I could just go up to her, grab her face and plant a kiss on her amazing lips. But, that might end badly for me. Yesterday was fine but, she is like a tiger, ready to rip anyone to shreds if they get to close.

Look at me. I'm a mess. I'm in love with a girl I just met. But, I don't care. It's all (Y/N)'s fault.

To Be Continued....

I made this longer and I'm so proud of myself. It was about a little over 700 words. Now it's Over 1000 words. Love Ya! 뽀뽀!

Thank you!

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