I was only half awake really. The movie ended. Sungwoon and Taemin were chatting and cleaning up our mess. Jongin coo'd at the sight of me barely being able to stay awake. I'm so sleepy, I can't even stand.

"Come on, get on my back. I'll carry you to the bus stop" Jongin said to me.

I nodded my head lazily. Slowly but surely forcing myself to stand. I wrapped my arms around his neck and lifted up one leg for him to hold onto before using the other to push myself up. He caught the other leg and I wrapped my ankles around him.

"Jesus Jimin" he sighed out.

I felt my face heat up.

"I'm sorry, I'm kind of heavy-" I trailed off. "You can put me down"

I started to force my legs down, but he held onto them tighter and pushed me back up onto his back.

"You're not, don't talk yourself down" He lied.

I rested my chin on on my arm and sighed. We left the theater together. Jongin didn't complain at all, but I still wanted down. I'm tired, but if I was allowed to walk, I'd wake up. I'm sure he's sore already. I'm sure I weigh more than him.

I couldn't tune into the guys' conversation, but I did watch them all laugh and enjoy themselves. Taemin still had the popcorn they bought. He snacked on it and fed some to Sungwoon here and there.

I closed my eyes. Holding onto Jongin tighter.

"You're so cute, Jimin." Sungwoon let out a laugh as he patted my back. "It's been a long day. I'll see you guys around. It sucks I couldn't stay the night tonight. Goodnight!" That was all he said as he walked off the opposite direction as us.

We began to walk in the other direction as well. By we, I mean Jongin and Taemin. I was still being held.

I lazily opened my eyes to look at Taemin. He looked at me in that moment too. Just then he ate a bit of popcorn himself.

"Sleepy?" He laughed.

I lazily nodded my head. As if on queue, I let out a yawn.

He shot me a closed mouth smile as he took his thumb and index finger and grabbed the largest and butteriest piece of popcorn and held it against my lips. I pouted immediately, turning my head away from him.

"Jimin-ah, let me feed you! You're so precious in this state, I have to take care of you" he reasoned.

I found myself turning my head in this moment. Without much thought I allowed him to feed me the popcorn. I realized I was eating it the moment I tasted the butter. I cringed a bit, but swallowed it.

He patted my hair down to fix it, as if I was a child in his eyes. I felt comfortable with him. I'm comfortable with Jongin as well. However, I don't want anymore food.

It wasn't long before he held another piece to my lips. However, I shook my head this time.

"I don't like popcorn that much" I lied.

I loved popcorn once upon a time.

"What do you like?" Jongin chuckled.

I fell silent then. Holding onto him tighter. I didn't look at Taemin anymore either. Although I can feel his gaze on me.

It became awkward the longer it took me to answer.

"Jimin, sorry if we ever make you feel uncomfortable. I know we've only been friends for a little over a month. We kind of just adopted you as a close friend immediately" Taemin tried to fix the tension.

I stared straight ahead then. Looking as we approached the bus stop.

"No, it's ok. I'm happy you guys are so welcoming. I was worried about the new school and all. You guys are like the nicest people I've ever met" I told them.

I really do feel this. I feel happiness when I'm with them. It's faint, it isn't as outward and their happiness is, but I feel it. I feel more emotionally than I ever thought I'd feel again. I'm thankful for them. I just hope it lasts- even once I'm fully fat again.

"Of course we're nice. There's no point in being anything else" Jongin said.

"Yeah exactly. I've never met anyone whos rude and is actually happy" Taemin added.

I frowned then. Sighing as I nodded.

Taehyung came to mind. He'd get so excited when he'd hurt others. He always looked so cold and bored. Unless someone else was miserable. It peaked his interest. Amused him to watch someone fidget nervously. Made him smirk when someone else lost. Made his eyes sparkle when he won at his game- and he always did win. Against me at least. And when it was over, he would simply go back to this empty gaze. Like nothing in the world was worthwhile.

We made it to the stop, just as we did the bus had pulled up as well.