Good Guys Finish Lasting

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I shifted in my sleep and felt a bit odd. I wasn't lying down but rather sitting. Slowly I opened my eyes and let them adjust to my surroundings, and then I realized I was still on the floor between Hoseok's legs, my body against his chest, and he had his arms around me as he lay against the sofa. A blanket covered both of us. He was still sound asleep, and I couldn't help but stare at his baby-soft skin, his long lashes, and his plump lips. Did I sleep all night in his arms? I had a good sleep, but I wonder if he did. Gently, I put aside the lock of hair on his forehead with my finger. Then suddenly I felt my head throb. Wait? Did I tell him everything? My eyes widened. Shit . . . But he didn't leave me after all that. I looked at him again. Not only did he stay, but he also looked after me. Hoseok . . . I caressed his lower lip. Why are you such an angel?

His eyes fluttered open, and I panicked, removing my hand from his face.

"Ah, you're up," he said in a sleepy voice, and then after his brain processed what he was doing, he panicked. "Ah, this- I- I did this because you fell asleep here, and I didn't want to wake you up, but I had no idea what to do, and this seemed like the best solution, and so-" I put a finger on his lips. He was saying everything in one breath. I giggled at his cute reaction.

"It's fine. I figured."

"Oh, okay . . . I'll make something to eat."

I nodded and stood up. "Then I'll go home and freshen up."

He nodded in response. "Okay."

I smiled and left. It was early, so I sneaked in just fine, freshened up, and got dressed. As I stood in front of the mirror while putting my makeup on, I picked my black lipstick as usual and then stopped. Thinking about how I was going to see Hobi again, I placed it back and picked the red one. It was a lighter shade, but it looked lively. Then I looked at my eyeshadow kit and decided to not wear anything dark. Once again I looked at myself. "Should I wear a skirt?" I wondered. I always wore jeans. Maybe I should. I went back and looked in the mirror. I saw a completely different person. Do I look weird? I slightly pulled my dress. I haven't worn a skirt in ages . . . I pursed my lower lips and sighed. Let's go. I don't have a meeting today, and neither do I have to go to hang out. Giving myself one last nod, I went out. As I walked down the stairs my mother and her daughter saw me, looking at me strangely.

"You- Did you smoke today?"

"No." I walked out, but as I reached the gate, someone was waiting for me.

"Leo?" I was startled. "W- Why are you here?" He didn't answer me, just looked at me from head to toe, slightly licking the corner of his lips. I gulped, and he looked at my face with a smirk. "W- What?" I stuttered.

"Do I know you?" He walked closer, and I backed up. "Such a different person," he whispered.

"I look weird? I know I do. I'll go change." I was about to turn, but he grabbed my wrist.

"You don't. You look different, but you look nice."

"Oh . . . "

"Well I'm leaving."

"Wait. Didn't you come here for something?"

"I did, but after seeing you I no longer need to. Bye."

He left, and I just stood there confused and then walked to Hoseok's house. As I went in, I saw Hoseok in the kitchen.

"Ahem!" I coughed, and he looked back.

"Oh, ah! I'm do-" He paused as he looked at me. "Done . . . Wow."

I giggled at his response. "How do I look?"

"You ah-" He placed his hand on the shelf, and the corner of a plate came under his fingertips, causing it to flip. "What the?!" He tried saving it as it almost crashed onto the floor. "Saved . . . " He brought it back up and placed it on shelf. Then he shyly looked at me. "Pretty."

"Huh?!"

"You look pretty." He scratched his cheek, and I couldn't help but smile.

"L- Let's eat."

"Okay."

We did just that and slowly started talking, reminiscing the past, laughing at silly stuff. We got so preoccupied that I didn't even notice the hours go by.

"Oh, god. It's almost time for lunch." Hoseok looked at the time.

"How about we go out to eat?"

"Out. Yeah, sure."

"But . . . " A thought crossed my mind. "why didn’t you go to work today?"

"Ah, work. I had today off."

"I see . . . " I wonder where he works.

"Let's go."

I nodded, and we both left. It was a nice day. It had been ages since I’ve had fun; it had been ages since I was with someone I felt comfortable with, someone I lov- Wait, what? Did I think that? Did I really . . .

"Hey, what's wrong? Hoseok asked.

"Oh, nothing."

That's right. I should enjoy the day. Tomorrow is Saturday, and— I looked at Hoseok, slightly moving closer to him, brushing my hand against his— I like being with him. I took a deep breath.
Tomorrow.

Author's bullshit

Guys. I have such a weak heart. I start crying at the slightest emotional thing. Gosh... I wish every person in this world could be happy. This world is so cruel.