I have not realized when I fell asleep, but the next morning I wake up with a rolled towel under my head and a thin jacket over my body, still laying on the now nearly empty stage. The staff is already out, except for two or three, who take down the lights and the banners. Seungmin talks with the manager, probably about the next gigs of his band. Jeongin is sitting behind him, Hyunjin in his arms and stares at Seungmin's butt in the tight leather trousers shamelessly. I grin and laugh quietly, then I cuddle into the jacket. I do not disturb anyone from where I am layed down and the jacket smells good. The room got louder when Changbin and Chan walked in. It is difficult to not hear Changbin as soon as he is in the building.

Chan listens and laughs a bit and as they entered the room fully, I can see the beautiful boy behind him. Minho's eyes meet mine. He smiles slightly. Does he remember anything? Hyunjin's explanation about Minho's experience with clubs made me a bit unsure. What if he regrets everything? Or what if he doesn't even remember and thinks I am just a normal, nice guy he talked to? Never was I so unsure with something I have done in a club.

I tried to look away. Stared at the ceiling. I only turned back when I heard how he sat down next to me.

"Hey.", he said softly.

"Hey.", I murmured quietly, my voice still rough from the morning.

"Are you comfortable?", he asks softly and lays down next to me.

"Yeah, Hyunjin gave me a towl and his jacket...", I mumbled.

"That's my jacket.", Minho chuckled.

"Really? You smell good...", I blush at my own words.

"Thank you...", Minho whisper shyly. He comes a bit closer and cuddles against my side. I smile to myself and put an arm around him. He put his head on my chest and I was scared for a moment he would feel my heart pumping out of my chest. I hear the others laughing with each other at the other end of the room, down the stage and a peaceful feelings finds it's way into my heart and my mind.

I pull Minho closer to me, close my eyes again. When I woke up again, two hours later, the others already packed up. I woke up Minho next to me.

"We should pack our things, the band for today evening wants to prepare the stage..."

"I don't want to leave you yet...", Minho whines quiet.

"That's okay, but let's go home."

"Together?"

I hesitate.

"If you want to-"

"I want, let's go then."

He jumps up and runs to the exit. I chuckle at his mood swings and said my good byes before following. I checked my phone. It's saturday, 10 am. I have one message of my grandmother, asking me how I am doing and one of Felix simping ("Wasn't Hyunjin gorgeous on stage last night? I can't get my mind clear!" including a few memes with a lot of pink hearts). At the door, someone grabs my hand.

"If you just think about hurting him, I am going to kill you."

A/N: Wer braucht schon eine Schulung, wenn man stattdessen Wattpad schreiben kann?