If It Is You (Y.Jw) [Sequel]

Chapter 11

It seemed that my hangul finally was getting into place. After about a year of hard work on it. I sighed as I opened the door into the bedroom, where the boys already laid sleeping. I quietly climbed up into my bunk and got under my covers and laid still for a while going over each of the hangul letters in my head.

Soon enough a frantic tossing slowly began in the room. It started off with just being about two times in one minute, to about four times a minute, to lastly eight times a minute. I could quickly locate which bunk it came from and sat up in my bunk and began crawling down the ladder.

"No, Ji. Go back," Jungwon whispered, but I simply ignored him and continued my way down from my bed as I remembered my promise to him, clearly in my head.

I walked over to his bunk, and simply just sat down on the edge of his bed, looking down at him, until he eventually sighed and just moved over. I let out a small smile before lifting the covers and laying down beside him, quickly pulling him into me and running a hand through his hair.

"Something is bothering you, and it's alright if you don't want to talk about it with me, but then speak with one of the boys," I quietly told him as I continued to run my hand through his hair. Despite him not wanting me to be there, he did not fight back in any way.

For a moment he seemed to hesitate but eventually did wrap his arms around me, and burry his face deep in the crook of my neck, as I continued to run a hand through his hair in slow and long motions.

"Try and sleep, okay?" I whispered and he silently nodded.

Not long passed before his breathing had deepened, and he once in a while would do small pops with his arms, meaning he was deep in sleep. I smiled softly at him finally sleeping before deciding to slowly drift off myself.

A hit in my back had quickly made me wake up in confusion. I frowned as my eyes opened in the dark room. Sure Jay was mumbling something as Sunghoon also laid repeating some word over and over again. However someone sounded to be whimpering. Realization slowly hit me, before a heaving breath made the whimpers stop all at once, before I felt Jungwon clasping onto my waist tightly and rest his forehead between my shoulder blades as he was breathing heavily. I could feel his chest slowly moving back and forth against my back, once in a while completely disappearing before touching my back once again.

"Please don't be awake, please don't be awake," I could hear him whisper and I immediately felt bad. I didn't want him to know he had woken me up, but I also felt that I should comfort him right now, "please don't be awake," he repeated once again, with his voice breaking and him moving his head back and forth. Was he drying his tears in my back?

I sighed deeply before softly grabbing his wrists and removing his hands, before getting up from the bed and carefully pulling him with me out in the living room. All the way he had hung his head low, not even looking up at any point. I pulled him over to the couch and carefully sat him down before sitting down beside him, making him immediately latch onto me once again, making me let out a small sigh at him. He had thrown himself over in my lap and wrapped his arms tightly around my waist, burrying his face in my shirt.

"Now, I'm not gonna be gentle about this anymore. What is wrong?" I questioned him and he just shook his head, "why did you have a nightmare?"

"What time is it?" he questioned me, instead of answering my question.

"Yang Jungwon," I sternly said, "you tell me right now what is happening with you?"

"Ji..." he called out and I hummed in reply, "you won't... no... nevermind," he shook his head once again.

"Hey... tell me," I urged him as I ran my hand through his hair. 

"Just... promise me that my nightmare won't come true," he muttered and I held out my pinky to him, and he quickly looked up and linked it with his.

"I promise," I assured him, "now tell me what's gotten you all stressed out?"

"You know how idols always have haters, right?" he questioned me and I immediately turned his head up to look at me.

"What did they say about you? Who do I need to fight?" I questioned him and he just shook his head at me, as he stared at me with sad eyes.

"Not me... you," he muttered at me making me let out a small sigh as I softly smiled at how his head fell down into my lap once again.

"Ah... and why have that been stressing you out?" I let out a soft laugh and he nodded as he turned his face back into my shirt.

"I tried to hide them all from you, and I kept thinking what if you saw them..." he admitted in a small voice, almost as if he were embarrassed.

"Mhm... and what do they say?" I questioned him and he just went off on a whole rambling note about what he had seen.

"Things like saying you shouldn't be in the group, and reasoning it with you being untalented and all those things, and that's not true. They also shamed all sorts of things about you, like your family, nationality, looks. Everything! I don't like it," he scrunched up his nose at me as he looked back up at me

"Okay... I tell you what," I told him and he nodded, staring up at me intently with big eyes, "even if I see those comments, they are not gonna do anything to me. You know why?" I questioned and he shook his head, "because, I don't know those people. Why would I care what strangers think? What matters the most is what you boys think of me, and you all seem to like me, right?" he nodded at my statement, "so from now on, when you see one of those posts, comments, whatever it is, whether it's me or any of the boys. You just let it pass. Those comments doesn't mean anything. As long as we have each other."

"I'll try..." he muttered with a small nod.

"Hey... promise it," I said holding out my pinky to him once again, making him sigh before linking his own with mine as a small smile spread on his face, "good... now get back to bed," I said patting his chest.

"Are you gonna join me again?" he questioned as he sat up and looked over at me.

"Only if you want me to," I nodded at him.

"I think after tonight, I'll prefer it just this once," he pointed out and I nodded before walking him back to bed and laying down with him again. I knew there were still cameras filming for Enhypen&hi, but I honestly didn't care. Mnet would edit it out if it couldn't be shown, and we used to sleep in each other's beds at I-land too, so it couldn't come as a surprise we would still do it.