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The first thing Yoongi felt when he woke up was his hand.

Or, rather, the first thing he didn't feel, as his hand was numb.

He was too tired to yell at Yu-Hwa for holding it so tightly.

He didn't know how to feel about seeing her sleeping in front of him.

Her hair was a mess, her face smashed against the couch cushion, and drool was pooling in the corner of her mouth.

But she was here.

She stayed.

Of all the people he pushed away, she was the one he had hoped would stay.

And she had.

End.

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