l a i g u a n l i n

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i was in a dark alley, bawling my eyes out. my ex-boyfriend beat the hell out of me. for what? i don't even know.

i had called my best friend, guanlin, earlier to pick me up. i was a mess.

* * *

"yah? what the hell are you doing here," someone asks in panic. i look up and only see a shadow.

"what happened to you?" the person squats down to my level.

"stand up," the person orders. but as soon as i stand up, i pass out, only seeing pitch black darkness.

* * *

i wake up at a familiar place. gunalin's place to be exact. i see him with a bowl of porridge.

"how you holding up," he asks with a smile.

"g-guanlin? what am i doing here," i ask, obviously confused.

"uh, i think your boyfriend beat you, and you were crying in the alley. you called me to come get you, but then you passed out," he explains.

"i don't remember anything," i laugh.

"you're underaged, and you were drinking? maybe that's it," he sarcastically comments. i nod, rolling my eyes.

i look at my phone. 4 missed calls: mom.

coming home at 12am? she's going to kill me.

smells the scent of alcohol, she's going to kill me.

"can i sleepover here tonight," i question, looking away from my phone  to guanlin.

"w-why?"

"c'mon! i need to or my mom's gonna kill me. like if i come home at twelve, dude, my mom's gonna beat me. and if she finds out that i was drinking, she'll homeschool me," i convince.

"fine, but what are you going to tell your mom?"

"i'll just tell her that i'm sleeping over at sunhi's house," i say, dialing my mom. she doesn't pick up, but i leave her a voice message.

"so, where am i sleeping," i stand up, still slightly dizzy.

"eat your soup first," he orders.

"but your cooking sucks!"

"just eat," he shuts me up by putting a mouthful of soup in my mouth.

"you're sleeping in my room," he tells me.

"okay."

i don't think much of it—sleeping in a room with him. it's just like old times. we were childhood best friends.

* * *

after i finished the soup, i knocked at guanlin's door. he wasn't there. i turn around and we bump into eachother, and fall. he had just came out of the shower, his towel wrapped around his lower body part. i was touching his chest.

"s-sorry," we apologize and stand in unison, cheeks red.

"uh, i-i need to shower too. d-do you have e-extra clothes," i try to ask, as if nothing happened.

"uh, y-yeah. uh, i-i'll get you some."

"o-okay."

as he enters his room and closes the door, i lean on it. why is my heart racing?

guanlin opens the door that i was leaning on and i fall again, but he catches me. clumsy.

"s-sorry, again," i apologize, looking down.

"it's fine, uh, y-you can sleep in my room. you know, and i, uh, can sleep on the couch in the living room," he suggests, "here are your clothes.", he says, scratching the back of his neck.

"oh! this is the sweatshirt i gave you for your birthday!" i smile up at him. he laughs.

"you're so cute." he ruffles my hair.

"s-sorry," he takes his hand away.

"i don't mind," i laugh at him. "well, i gots to shower."

"yep, i'll go sleep on the couch."

"but isn't it cold," i tell him.

"it's fine."

"okay."

* * *

after i finished showering, i saw guanlin shivering on the couch.

"aish, this boy," i say to myself. i grab a blanket from his room and put it on top of him.

"why did you sleep out here when it's cold?" i comment, fixing the blanket.

"i wanted you to sleep comfortably," he whispers, eyes still closed.

"oh, did i wake you? i'm sorry."

"now i can't sleep," he tells me. i'm aware of that. when we were kids, if anything ever woke him up, he couldn't go back to sleep anymore.

"come here," he pulls me into the couch with him.

"wh-what?"

"now, i can sleep." he hugs me tightly, covering me with the blanket. i put my head on his chest and hug him back.

"me, too," i kiss his cheek, and sleep.

"wh-what'd you do that for?" he asks quietly.

"just sleep."

"okay, jagiya." he intends quietly, but i heard it. then, he kisses my forehead.

"let's sleep."

i snuggle closer to him, and he does the same, sleeping soundly through the night.

* * *

fluff is what i live for.

💕

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