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I look around at all the members in the room and I sigh softly, they have all fallen asleep due to complete boredom from this film. It was quite childish if I was honest. I got up with one swift movement and left the room, left them to sleep and relax. They have always worked extremely hard with whatever they do.

Even though I should be revising all the songs, going over them and such, all I can think about is her. I do not want to go check up on her because it would seem extremely abnormal of me. Could I help myself? I slowly crept down the hall and opened her room door, peeking my head in, it was dark. Maybe she is asleep. But I could not stop myself at all, I continued in and walked fully into the room and went towards her bed. She had kicked the blanket off herself and she looked like she was shivering. What if she gets hypothermia? What if she freezes to death? I frowned and put the blanket onto her and gently put a hand on her cheek.

Why is she so cute?

Only god will know because I cannot help but stare at her small and sleeping face, so pure and innocent. This was so much more peaceful than when she was awake. Because if she were awake all you would hear is laughing and arguing escaping from her. But I think she is forgotten what was supposed to happen tonight. It is either that or she likes it here, and one can only hope that I am right. But I have the suspicion that I am wrong, but I just must make her see that living here is not so bad. Yet how am I supposed to do that when all she does is moan and get into arguments with me every second of every day?

I will just have to get her to see my side to everything and hopefully she will change her mind and want to stay like I want her to. It would be nice to have a girl around the house when all there is, is guys. Someone to make this place feel like home, not as if we are constantly on some sort of foreign land.

She moves. I think it is time for me to leave, but I should have just left ages ago. I walk over to the door and steal one last glance over at her sleeping figure, she looks so beautiful in the moonlight. What am I kidding? She will never see me as anything other than the guy that took her from the restaurant at night when some random guy came claiming to be her boyfriend and tried to attack us. I would have never forgiven myself if I had just left her with that guy. And it was a good thing that I had taken her too. Who knows what may have happened if I was not there to pay for the food and he just showed up? The house was quiet as I walked back down the hall and investigated the living room. It was peaceful and I liked it like this, you could get some work done while they were asleep.

No children running about and causing mayhem. Of course, they were not children, it was just the fact that they acted like a pack of wild and rabid five-year-olds when they wanted to. It was not very good when you needed to do something, and they were constantly there getting in your way and misbehaving. It is why I am like the mother of the household, there was nobody else here to take on that role and I seemed to fit it perfectly.

I ran a tight ship, and everything went to plan when it was required to. I truly loved being a part of this group, it was fun and sometimes really hard work, but it always paid off in the end. We had each other and we were all like family just sitting here and watching movies like we had been before. I turned around as I heard a small noise come from the kitchen of the cupboard being opened and closed. Is y/n awake? I slowly walked out of the living room again and went to the kitchen and crossed my arms across my chest as I saw her running the tap to get a glass of water. "Y/n, why are you awake?" She jumped at the sound of my voice coming from behind her. I did not mean for it to come out sounding so harshly like it did. She slowly turned around and it was evident that she had not expected me to see her.

"Well? Why are you awake, y/n?" I repeated.

She slowly placed down the cup and fumbled with her fingers nervously. What was wrong with her? She had never acted like this before. She seemed so nervous just looking up at me and I did not know why. "I-I was just getting some water..." Her eyes diverted and looked down at the stone-cold floor that she and I stood upon. I slowly took a few steps forward and put my index finger under her chin and tilted her head to look up at me. "What's the wrong y/n? Where's that fiery spirit of yours that I've not been able to escape from?" I almost saw a smile spread across her face. Almost. Oh y/n please tell me what is wrong, and I will make it better I promise you. Yet she did not talk at all and nothing was said. We just stood there in silence. She went to speak for a moment, but it resulted in no words escaping her lips, absolutely nothing at all.

"Please just tell me," I mumbled. She looked taken aback that I would even say please, but why? Did she never expect me to say something like that? But I already bet that she thinks so lowly of me. I would not be surprised if she hated me. "It's nothing, I'm just lonely." She is lonely? Oh. I should have known that she would feel that way. Stuck in a house full of men that she barely knows, one is practically destined to feel lonely.

"What do you mean by lonely? What kind of lonely?" I needed to know if I could help her at all. I want to help. Is that so bad that I just want to help her feel a little bit less lonely if I could? "No, don't worry about it." She picked up her cup and walked out of the kitchen. I followed her quickly. "Y/n. Just tell me how I can help you." A shiver ran down her spine as she turned to look at me. "I have a roommate, so I never used to feel lonely at night because they were always there whenever I needed them and had a nightmare." She has nightmares. I could attempt to help with that, I guess. "I'll help." She shrugged and walked into her room, leaving the door wide open as I walked into it and watched her crawl into her bed.

I gently closed the door and walked to the sofa and laid down on it. "Taeyong, why did you take me?"

I guess it is time to explain everything to her.

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