I sniffle, blushing intensely at Jhope's words as everyone's hug makes me warm.
When they pull away I feel kind of cold, like they were my heat source and they've moved away.
I see everyone's faces, and there are obvious bags under their eyes and I feel bad, knowing its my fault for keeping them up.
Guilt dices my heart as I gasp.
"I'm so sorry! I've kept you up so late...!" I cry, and most are already dozing off, I giggle and run from each of their rooms, grab each of their blankets, and bring them to them. Each smiles, thank me and hug me tight before they curl up in a ball right where they are and fall asleep.

I inadvertantly left Jhope's blanket for last, and when I got to him, he was almost asleep.
"I'm sorry, I forgot to bring it to sooner.." I murmur.
"Why...would you need to bring it sooner....? If you had...someone else would have had to wait..." He murmurs sleepily, and his small act of selflessness, hints at how selfless he truly is. He always thinks of others first.

I want to be the one who thinks of him first...I want hom to know I'll think of him first...

But a harsh guilt and self blame and shame punctures through my expression for a moment.

But you didnt think of him first about the blankets....

An urge to slap myself fills me and my finger twitches with it, but he takes his blanket and smiles warmly at me, his cheeks hinting at a blush, causing my own cheeks to burn terribly.
I blink before realizing I have no blanket of my own, and I stand, wondering what I can use as a substitute, but a tug at my pant leg makes me stop, and look down to see Hoseok, smiling smally at me and he moves over a bit once he sees he has my attention, and he throws the blanket off him some, in a 'You can sleep beside me.' Kind of way, and my cheeks burst into flame and slowly, hesitantly, I crawl beside him, where he proceeds to wrap his blanket around me, the smell of him making me content. He smells like mint and baked goods.

I see him pass out beside me, spent from the tiresome day, and his arms snake around my waist as he snoozes.
I feel a migration of butterflies make their way through my stomach, and their fluttery-ness infects my heart and makes it just as shaky.
I slowly close my eyes, and ease into him, and slowly, I calm down enough to place my hands on his chest, sleep gripping me tenderly.

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~Jhope's POV~

(Y/n) is sitting in front of me, weeping, and crying, agony written in every feature and I can't understand why I smell blood before I see the substance coursing out his veins on his arms, I collapse beside him, and Rip the blade from him and throw it as far as I can away from up, the corner catching and cutting my palm.
"(Y/n)!! What's wrong!?" I cry, tears pricking my eyes and I hold him tightly to me, and press my forehead into his neck, one arm around his slim, narrow waist and the other holding the small of his back, despair clutches me and I am so scared (Y/n) will die, that its now my biggest fear out of my many fears.

My eyes open suddenly, my heart and mind racing, and I slowly calm as I realize it was a dream, but the dream depressed me. I can't help (Y/n)...no matter how much I may want to...he's taken...and my irrational and unrequited love will get me nowhere....I'll have to win (Y/n). If that boyfriend of his wants him, he'll have to up his game, because now I've entered it.

"Jhope...?" (Y/n)'s voice makes me jump and I blink, remembering I let him sleep beside me, and I look at him before realizing I was holding him on the same way I had in my dream.
I blushed intensely and butterflies swarmed not only my stomach but all of my organs.
"Yes?" I say casually.

"Jimin took a photo of us."