27: Is it fun?

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I'm afraid there will be no tomorrow
That's how I live
I regret each day

-best part-day6-

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Minho POV:

Hana tried to rest for a bit but found she couldn't sleep, so she decided to call Seungmin and Jeongin. The conversation felt strained; it was clear she wanted to be left alone. It wasn't out of malice—she'd had a tough day, and needing solitude wasn't unusual.

 "Okay, that's enough, it's getting late. Eat and go to sleep."
I ordered once she hung up.

"What am I? A child?"
She said frowning.

"You might as well be. No, you are one until you get better."

"I'll get better on my own."

"Listen here you little-"

"Are you really going to call a sick person a 'little shit'?"

"You're so annoying, you know that?"

"Exactly, that's the point, you idiot."

"You're lucky we're friends"

"Or what?"

"Or you'd be rotting in bed with a fever that's what"

"Remind me why we're friends again?"

"To keep you alive? Have you seen the way you live?"

"I- goddamn it, I've run out of comebacks"

"It's not like you had comebacks to begin with."

"Now, you're  being annoying"

I mocked her back and she got up from the bed to chase me down

"It's not like you could do anything to me even if you catch me. I'm a boxer remember? I could land a single punch and put you out cold."

"Boxer or not, I'll catch and kill you anyways."

"Should I get you a stepstool to stand on so that you can look me in the eye as you threaten me?"

"Okay, I'm not that short."

"Okay, midget"

"YOU DID NOT JUST SAY THAT?"

"OH MY GOD BUT I JUST DID?"

"I think we should stop; this is getting ridiculous,"
she said, tiredly walking towards me, but I kept my guard up.

"Glad you think that."

"You're as petty as a six-year-old."

"And you're not?"

"Man, I hate you."

"I know, I hate you too."

We stared at each other for a moment before bursting into laughter.
Both of us knew that we didn't really hate each other.


"You're doing so much better."
I said, touching her forehead.

"No, I'm still tired, but I'm just a little bored,"
she said as she moved away and slumped onto the couch.

"Just eat and go to sleep, okay?"
I offered, sitting beside her.

"I guess I could do that"
She yawned.

"Will you have dinner with me?"

"When are you going to eat?"

"Oh maybe once I get the groceries, because we've run out."

"So basically, there's no food at home"

"Right."

"Okay let's go then."

"Go where?"

"Grocery shopping?"

"Do you not want to get better?"

"I don't know, maybe I enjoy troubling you, it's hilarious to see you worried."

"You're such a brat. I'll get the groceries."

"But you're going to leave me alone"

"I don't see your point here."

"I'm going to be alone"

"Yes. You will stay and rest."

"You're such a dad."

"Yeah, well, somebody's got to be the responsible adult around here."

She looks at me as she says,
"Okay please, your child is starving get her some food."

Cute.
I mean- what the fuck- That's so annoying.

I roll my eyes, trying to hide my grin.
"Fine, I'm going."

"Finally, I'm free," she says with a mock cheerfulness.

"Oh, and don't forget to feed the cats."
I ignore her.

"Yeah, yeah, it's already 8."

I leave with a smile, watching as she gets the cat food and playing with them before setting out their dinner.

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Hana POV:

It's been around 40 minutes since Minho's left and I'm getting bored and maybe a little hungry. But as if the universe is listening to me, my phone rings as I'm hanging out with the cats, and I rush to my room. 

It's Minho.

"I thought you'd never come and I'd starve to death."

"Why are you so dramatic for your own good?"

"Shut up, where are you anyways?"

"About that, Jisung needs me to pick up his flash drive that he left at a cafe and he can't leave the studio right now."

"Seriously calling me for that? It's okay if you're running late, I was joking."

"You must be starving,"

"I'm not."

"You sure?"

"Yes. now go"

"I'll be back real soon."

"I'd prefer the other way, but whatever you want"
I said sarcastically

"You don't have a choice anyways."

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I hang up the phone and glance at the mess of my bed. I decide to tidy up before he gets back.

As I finish straightening the sheets, I catch a glimpse of myself in the full-length mirror. I look disheveled, and it's hard to believe I've been out like this all day. My sweats are still stained with blood. I head to my wardrobe, grab a clean pair of sweats, and change into them.

It seems like the wounds have opened up again, so I grab some gauze and bandages and start wrapping my thighs.

I check my phone, no texts from anyone.
I don't know why part of me expected at least a sorry from my mom. It's not like she ever apologized. Fuck apologizing, she was stuck on her own ways, she was never wrong to begin with. I get rid of my phone, throwing it somewhere on my bed.

Today had been such an emotional roller-coaster. One moment I was crying, the next I was frustrated and disappointed. And not I was better, maybe not so much emotionally. But through it all, Minho has been there for me, unconditionally.

The thing is, he doesn't know the full story, and I'm not planning to tell him.

Firstly, whether I like it or not, He's not Seungmin or Jeongin. He might not react the same way they did. And considering I know I've kept so much hidden from everyone, I know the reaction wont be anything good. And I'm scared, scared that he won't look at me the same once I tell him everything. What if I scare him away?

Secondly, how can I tell him and be selfish? Burden him or anyone else? No one deserves that.

 It'll be over soon enough. I feel like I'm just waiting for a ticking bomb to go off.
I just don't have the strength to handle any more right now.

Minho eventually does come back home, around 10:30, with bags of food instead of groceries.

"You're late."
I teased him.

"Yeah, I guess I'm just not as obsessed with time as you are."

"What's that?"

"Just my way of keeping you on your toes."

"Whatever the fuck that's supposed to mean."

"It means I got takeout instead of the groceries."

"Be honest. You were lazy to cook."

"Yeah, no shit. It doesn't help that you're hopeless in the kitchen."

"I'm not even going to argue with that."

"You better not after that one time you ruined my grilled chicken by leaving the grill on too long."

"You told me to assume. Now it was bold of you to assume that I knew how to assume."

"The fuck- please stop speaking."

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"So I'm assuming you ate already?"

"Yeah, yeah I did. With Jisung and everyone else."

"Good thing you did, it's getting late and you of all people shouldn't have late night dinner habits."

"Are you mad?"

"Tell me one time when am I not out of my mind?"

"Not in that way. I felt bad, i promised you I'd eat with you."

"No, why would I be? Instead of worrying about that, go do whatever you do before bed so you can sleep well."

"You don't get to worry about me, I'll stay here and make sure you eat properly."

"Just go, I'm okay.

"No, I'm not going to bed until I make sure you eat something. I don't trust that you'll actually eat if I leave."

"why wouldn't i eat?"
I made a confused face

"Seriously? You barely eat, you push yourself to the limit while you study, you work insane shifts at the hospital, you end up fainting too...and you're asking why I don't trust that you'll actually eat?"

"Never mind, I take that back"

"Yeah, that's what I thought. Now go sit, I'll bring a plate.

"I can do it myself, you go do your things while i do that, do boxing or something"

"Seriously, just sit down and let me do it"

"Just wait for 5 mins, ill heat up my food and come to your room where you're boxing, deal?"

"Okay fine, deal. But only if you promise to come and eat in front of me."

"I know, I know."

I headed into the kitchen, quickly plating the food and placing it in the microwave. After a few minutes, I carefully retrieved the plate and made my way to Minho's room. Remembering to knock, I tapped on the door before entering.

"Come in!" Minho called from inside.

"I don't get why you'd make me eat in front of you."

"It's just frustrating seeing how you neglect yourself. You brought this on yourself."
Minho said, giving me a pointed look.

"Yeah, I know. We've been through this, like—what, a million times?"
I exaggerated with a sigh.

Minho chuckled. "Good. I'm glad you understand. Now, eat."

I put a spoon in my mouth and say
"I am eating"

"I can see that, smartass."

"I wish I knew how to cook,"
I said suddenly with food in my mouth, breaking the silence.

"Why?"
Minho asked, throwing a few punches, his focus still on his workout.

"So you don't have to cook all the time,"
 I replied, glancing at him.

"But I like cooking,"
he said, pausing briefly.

"But I still want to be good at it,"
I insisted.

"But you're good at many other things. Is there anything you're not good at?"

I stare at him with a small smile. Only if he knew there were so many flaws within me. 
What was I really good for?
 Studying obsessively? Avoiding serious commitments because I couldn't maintain them?

"Oh, there are plenty. Always wanted to learn how to ride a bike, but my dad was too busy for that kind of thing. Though he somehow found time to try to mold me into the 'ideal child,'"
I felt numb as I said this, I dint feel bad or good.

"Really? You can't ride a bike?" Minho asked, surprised.
 "How old were you when you wanted to learn?"

"Normal age, you know, around 6 or 7 years old," I replied with a shrug.

"That's insane," Minho said, shaking his head.
"That's bullshit. He should've found the time to teach you something as basic as that. Why dint he?"

You gave a soft laugh, the weight of the conversation lifting slightly.
"Yeah, well, some things just don't work out as planned. Anyway, enough about me. Continue with your boxing, superstar."

Minho hesitated for a moment, sensing that you were sidestepping his question, but he chose to let it go for now.

"Alright, I'll continue,"
he said, returning to his boxing gear.

He picked up where he left off, his movements sharp and focused. 

 Every now and then, he glanced over at me, seeing if I had finished my meal or not.

"Stop looking," you said with a playful smirk, holding up the empty plate for emphasis. 
"See? I ate. Happy?"

"Yes, happy. Very happy,"
Minho replied, his grin widening as he resumed his boxing practice.

I watched him intently as he boxed, it was the first time I'd seen him do his entire boxing workout.

"Is it fun?"
I asked, genuinely curious.

Minho's smirk widened, a pang of pride evident in his eyes. He seemed a bit cocky when he was in his element.

"Is it fun? Of course it is. Boxing is my life. It's tough and demanding, but I still love doing it." 

I want to try, can I?

"You sure you won't get more sick or tire yourself out?"

"Yeah no, I promise i feel better"
I assured him.

"Okay then, I suppose you could give it a shot. Come here"
He said, as he took of his gloves.

I placed the plate at a corner as I walked to him, handing out my hand so he could put the gloves on. He took the gloves and carefully helped slide them onto my hands. 

"Do they fit okay?"
 Minho asked, adjusting the gloves on my hands.

"They're a bit big,"
 I replied, my excitement palpable even though the gloves were slightly oversized.

"No, your hands are just a little small,"
Minho teased with a grin.

I laughed, playfully nudging him.
"Well, I guess I'll just have to work with that, then."

"Alright, let's start with some basic moves. We'll take it easy,"

I nodded, feeling a lot of excitement and and a bit of nervousness.
Minho guided me through some basic stances and punches, his hands occasionally adjusting mine to ensure I had the right form. He watched as I mimicked his movements, feeling proud at my quick learning.

"You're a natural at this, I can tell."

"Can i throw a punch at you? Will you be able to dodge?

"Of course I can dodge. I've fought against opponents a lot tougher than you. Go for it."

I moved into a guard position, my stance firm as I readied myself to throw a punch.

"Remember to keep your guard up and don't rush it," Minho instructed.
"Focus on your technique and breathing."

As I swung, he smiled and effortlessly dodged my punch.
I tried again with a second punch, but he evaded it just as smoothly.

"Not bad," he said, still smiling.
"But you're a bit too predictable. Try feinting next time—catch me by surprise."

"Oh right, right. What happens if the person doesn't dodge? Should I punch hard or slow down?" I asked, genuinely curious.

He chuckled, a hint of amusement in his eyes.
"It depends. If it's just sparring, you should punch slow and controlled to practice your technique. But in an actual match, you'd want to punch with full power to try to knock your opponent out."

As he spoke, I took a quick swing, catching him off guard. His expression shifted to one of surprise as he wasn't expecting the sudden move.

"Hey, not fair—taking advantage of my distraction like that," he said, rubbing his arm where I had landed a hit. There was a hint of admiration in his eyes for my initiative.

"You said don't drop your guard, but you're the one who did."

He chuckled again, a touch of amusement in his voice.
 "Don't get too cheeky now. I was going easy on you, remember?"

"Easy? You dodged me every time, how was that easy?"

"But seriously, you did well for someone who's never even thrown a punch before. You're a quick learner."

"Well, I have an amazing trainer"
i said proudly

"Damn right you do. Nobody can teach you as well as I can."

Can you get it off of my hands now?
I asked politely, holding up my gloved hands.

"Yeah, just a moment."
He said as he reached out for the latch on the wrist.

I couldn't help but notice how small my hand looked against his large, calloused ones.

"Your hands look... well, not great. Have you ever cleaned the wounds properly?" I asked

"I'm too lazy to clean them properly. I've had worse," He shrugged.

"No, sit here," I said, pulling him over to his bed. "Wait for me."

I left the room and headed to the washroom, grabbing the first aid box. I returned to the room and set it down beside him on the bed.

"Alright, let's get those cleaned up,"
I said, opening the box and pulling out antiseptic wipes and bandages.

Minho watched with a mix of curiosity and amusement as I carefully cleaned his hands.
"You really don't have to go through all this trouble," he said, trying to downplay the situation.

"And you call me out for downplaying my situations"

He chuckled, a hint of warmth in his eyes.
 "You're so stubborn, you know that?"

"Does it sting?"

"Yeah, but I'm used to it."

"Try to always use the boxing bandages," I suggested as I worked on his hands.
"They'll help with healing the calluses and keep them from getting worse."

I took a cotton swab and gently rubbed it along the calluses that hadn't fully healed yet.
 Minho winced slightly, but he kept quiet, knowing it was necessary.

"Since you keep boxing, they're just going to keep getting worse if you don't take care of them,"
 I said, focused on the task.

As I continued to clean his wounds, Minho watched me quietly, studying my focused expression.

"There, done," I said, finishing up.
 "Don't let them get too woozy again, okay?"

He stares for a while, before nodding.

"Goodnight"
I said, packing up the supplies.

"Okay, don't forget to take your pills,"
 he reminded me.
"Or do you want me to be there till you go to bed?"

"No? I can do at least that much myself."
I said picking up the glass plate.

As I did, just before i leave, he pulls me into a hug. I freeze, trying to comprehend what was happening. But I relaxed as he patted my back.

"This is for today morning. Whatever happened wasn't your fault, you know that right?"

I felt the warmth of his hug seep into me, the tension I hadn't even realized I was holding beginning to melt away. The pat on my back was a simple gesture, but it felt like a lifeline, a reassurance I didn't know I needed. I felt like I would cry right in his arms if he dint let go.
So I pulled away from the hug, slowly.

"I know, it's okay, I'm over it."
I flashed him a forced smile.

He frowns at that.

"I like your genuine smile. Like the one you had the entire time you were trying to box."

"See you tomorrow morning, good night."
I said, trying to get out of the room as soon as I could.

"Goodnight,"
 he said softly as we parted ways.

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a/n: screaming crying kicking my legs
when is it my chance?

Need a man like him NOW.

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