As the laughter and excitement of the night faded, the apartment grew quieter. The vibrant energy of the girls' night had left the living room scattered with blankets, empty glasses, and half-eaten snacks. Jimin, feeling a warmth in his chest, looked over at Rosalia, who had finally succumbed to sleep on the couch beside him. Her hair fell delicately across her face, and he couldn’t help but smile at how beautiful she looked, even in her slumber.

Gently, he brushed a few strands of hair away from her forehead, marveling at how lucky he felt to have her in his life. After years of harboring a crush, the reality of holding her close was more than he had ever dared to dream. With a soft sigh, he shifted to a more comfortable position, wrapping his arms around her protectively.

He remembered the night they met again, how every encounter had reignited the flame of his long-buried feelings. Each moment spent with her made him appreciate her more: her laughter, her kindness, and the way she made even the simplest things feel magical. It was hard to believe that they had come this far from their school days, where he had often been the shy, chubby boy overshadowed by the more popular kids. Yet, here he was, finally with the girl of his dreams.

In the adjoining room, the boys had settled down, but Hobi remained wide awake, lost in his thoughts. He could hear the muffled sounds of giggles from the girls' night still echoing in his mind, a sharp contrast to the stillness around him. The atmosphere had been electric with laughter, teasing, and the shared warmth of friendship, but it was the moments he spent observing the others that resonated with him.

Hobi’s mind drifted back to that one girl he couldn’t quite shake from his thoughts. He had never shared his feelings with anyone, not even the boys, but she lingered in the corners of his heart like a secret he was afraid to reveal. He remembered the day they first met—a chance encounter that had seemed so ordinary at the time but had evolved into something that had shifted his perspective on love entirely.

He had seen her through the crowd at a coffee shop, her laughter ringing out like music. Something about her energy drew him in. She had a carefree spirit, and the way she interacted with her friends made him feel like he was witnessing something beautiful. It was the little things: how she would throw her head back when she laughed, the way her eyes sparkled when she spoke passionately about something she loved. It was captivating.

But Hobi was always cautious, holding back from expressing his feelings. He didn’t want to risk their friendship or complicate things between them. Instead, he found himself stealing glances, savoring every moment he got to spend near her without ever taking that leap.

Meanwhile, Jimin continued to bask in the warmth of Rosalia’s presence, feeling the rise and fall of her breath against him. He felt a protective instinct surge within him as he held her close. He wanted to keep her safe from all the troubles in the world, especially the shadows of his own life that loomed just outside the edges of their happy moments. The mafia life he led was filled with risks, and he wanted to shield her from all of it.

“Jimin?” Rosalia murmured sleepily, her voice barely above a whisper. She stirred slightly, her eyes fluttering open to meet his gaze.

“Hey, you’re awake,” he replied softly, brushing his thumb across her cheek. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

She smiled, a sleepy yet warm smile that melted his heart. “What time is it?”

“Late,” he said, glancing at his watch. “But it doesn’t matter. I’m just glad you’re here.”

She nestled deeper into his embrace, and he tightened his hold, feeling a sense of contentment wash over him. “I had so much fun tonight,” she confessed. “It felt amazing to bond with everyone.”

“Me too,” he replied, his voice a husky whisper. “I can’t remember the last time I felt this happy.”

Rosalia’s eyes sparkled as she met his gaze, and in that moment, Jimin knew he was exactly where he was meant to be. He leaned in closer, pressing a gentle kiss on her forehead, which elicited a content sigh from her.

The bond between them had grown stronger with each shared moment. Jimin felt the barriers he had built around his heart begin to crumble. The connection they shared felt different from anything he had ever experienced, and he was grateful for every chance he got to hold her close.

As he held Rosalia in his arms, Hobi’s thoughts lingered on his own unspoken feelings. He wanted to experience the kind of happiness Jimin had found, the joy of being with someone who could see him for who he truly was.

He sat up, running a hand through his hair in frustration. The memories of their laughter haunted him, and the way she would glance his way made his heart race. There was a magnetic pull between them, yet he couldn’t find the courage to approach her. It felt as if he was trapped in a perpetual cycle of indecision, the fear of ruining what they had holding him back.

What if she didn’t feel the same way? What if he scared her off? These thoughts echoed in his mind, and he struggled to silence them. Hobi wanted to be brave, to take the leap and risk it all.

After a long while of tossing and turning, he finally made a decision. He needed to confront his feelings and stop letting fear dictate his actions. If there was even a chance that she felt the same way, he owed it to himself to find out.

Returning to the living room, Hobi saw Jimin still holding Rosalia in his arms, a soft smile playing on his lips as he looked down at her. The sight warmed Hobi’s heart, reminding him of the beauty of love and connection. Jimin had found his person, and Hobi yearned for that kind of happiness too.

With renewed determination, Hobi resolved that he would reach out to the girl who had stolen his heart. He couldn’t wait any longer; life was too short to hold back.

Meanwhile, Jimin was blissfully unaware of Hobi’s internal struggle, his focus solely on the girl nestled in his arms. In that moment, everything felt right. He felt a surge of hope that their future together would be filled with love, laughter, and a bond that would withstand any storm.

As the night deepened, Jimin drifted into a peaceful sleep, holding Rosalia close, while Hobi silently vowed to find the courage to pursue the one girl who had captured his heart. The journey of love was unpredictable, but he was ready to embrace whatever lay ahead, just as Jimin had done.