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bweeeb · 5 months ago

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PLS DO AN ENEMIES TO LOVERS THEO FF

" FIVE DAYS TO FALL IN LOVE "

Enemies to lovers

Theodore Nott x Y/n Hilton

Notes: Heyyy, I'm sorry about this writing, I tried to write something good but I ended up realizing that I have to work more with Enemies to lovers 🤣 I hope you still like what is written a little, I know I can do better with it, but I didn't want to throw away this work, so that's it, my apologies

Summary: A forced marriage is synonymous with hate, but perhaps one of them started falling in love before

Blood supremacy in the wizarding high society has always been a striking factor in the wizarding world. If you're a Muggle-born, you end up with nothing; some say their fate is to fade into oblivion. Conversely, if you are part of the blood supremacy, you'll have everything you want or whatever your parents desire. Y/n never agreed with her family's obsession, but she never intervened directly and that's why she claims she ended up where she was now. With firm steps, Y/n descended the stairs of her house with crossed arms and a scowl on her face. The low conversation echoed through the hall, and Miss Hilton's gaze went to the maid standing at the bottom of the stairs and a gentle smile was sent her way, which she kindly returned before speaking.— Your parents are waiting for you in the living room...with guests. The elderly woman informed, and Y/n gently patted her left shoulder.

— Thank's , Lydia.

She thanked her before walking towards the French doors leading to the living room where her parents awaited her future - literally, her future.

— Y/n, there you are! Y/n’s mother said, rising from the couch where she was sitting with her husband and two figures of which Y/n knew very well, Theodore Nott and his father.

— You've arrived just in time to meet your husband, dear. Her father said to her, and with a push from Mr. Nott, Theodore stepped forward and grabbed Hilton's hand, placing a kiss on the back of her hand.

— This is Theodore Nott, Y/n...

Y/n’s father said once more, and blood rushed to Y/n's head as she looked at her father with anger.

— I know who he is, father. It’s not like we didn't study at Hogwarts together. Y/n said harshly, and Mr. Nott's face tightened in confusion, as did Theodore's, who was no longer holding her hand. It had been a year since Y/n and Theodore had graduated, and it was no secret that their parents were desperate to maintain the pure-blood lineage. Both hated being there, but Y/n was more openly resentful about the situation.

— Y/n, where are the manners I taught you? Her mother looked horrified, and a sigh of regret escaped Y/n’s lips.

— I'm sorry, Dad. She apologized.

— It's okay, dear, I understand that the wedding nerves are getting to you. Her father said, and a crooked smile appeared on Y/n’s lips as she looked at her Givenchy boots, feeling nothing but anguish inside. Theodore wasn't an ugly man, quite the opposite; her friends drooled over Nott during school, and Y/n couldn't deny that even she found Theodore Nott attractive. But his reputation was terrible, which made everything worse. Y/n wanted to be with someone she truly loved, not just anyone for the sake of status.

— Perhaps you two should walk through the garden to get to know each other again. Mr. Nott suggested for the first time in that conversation, and all Y/n did was nod without looking anyone in the eye. She saw Theodore extend his arm towards her, which she accepted.

When they were far enough from their parents' eyes, Y/n released Theodore's arm and continued walking beside him without much intention of speaking, unlike Theodore, who was already uncomfortable with the fact that she hadn't looked him in the eyes.— Are you blind or something? The voice loaded with an Italian accent made Y/n stop walking and frown. Turning to face him and looking him in the eyes for the first time since the beginning of the interaction.

— Excuse me?

— You didn't look at me for a second, I thought you couldn’t see, but apparently, it was just ignorance... Theodore said bitterly, and Y/n’s face became more irritated.

— Ignorance? For the Gods, Theodore, the ignorance is yours for accepting this ridiculous marriage idea. The young woman said, rolling her eyes and continuing to walk into her garden.

— It’s not like I wanted this, Y/n. He said a little behind her.

— I know they asked if you agreed, Nott….

Y/n retorted without even looking back.

— How would you know?

— Because they always care about the man's opinion! Now answer me, did you at least have a choice? Y/n turned to face Theodore up close, and her face exuded truth, she could see it.

— It was either a Hufflepuff, Eloise Midgen, Pansy... Parkinson or you.

— You had three choices… I found out about this yesterday. Go to hell, Nott. How could I be ignorant?Y/n's voice was never loud, but she didn't need to shout for Theo to feel the venom spraying at him.

— I didn't want this, Y/n.

— Then stay away from me, Theodore.

Inevitably, staying away from each other wasn't easy until after the wedding. Their parents wanted to see physical contact and closeness between the two; it was important for the wedding guests to know they were happy with each other, even if it was a lie.

A year later, it was already common for both of them: no physical touch, no exchanged conversations, kisses only during sex, and that was their life. Theodore worked at his father's company, which after the wedding, was also associated with the Hilton name. Y/n had not been assigned any role like her mother, and she hated sitting where she was, feeling useless and alone. And that's how she felt at the charity party her parents organized. Theodore was with his friends near the pool, her parents were somewhere inside the house already drunk, and she was alone, occasionally looking at her glass of white wine.

She didn't want to look miserable, but she already was.

— Don't you think you should keep your wife company, Theo? Pansy, who was next to Theodore, asked him, glancing outside the friends' circle to where she had decided to sit.

— She's fine! Theo said, still looking at Y/n.

— She looks really bored, Theo. Daphne interjected into the conversation, and from there, all of Nott's friends were in on it.

— She's always like that, it doesn’t matter. Theo shrugged, trying not to give importance to the situation his friends were giving.

— Man, if you look into her eyes, she's miserably bored, where are her friends? Mattheo said, and Theo looked at Y/n once more until Draco's voice called his attention again.

— I'd be miserable too, imagine waking up every day with this guy next to you. — Horror movie.

—Someone can't make the little princess cum, I think. Draco provoked Theodore, who pushed his friend's arm — Shut up, asshole. I'm sure I do twice as much as you do. The group laughed and briefly forgot about the subject, but not Theodore, he kept his eyes on her all night and wondered why she were so alone.

At the end of the night, Theodore drove back to their house, and the strange air in the car bothered Theo. His left hand left the steering wheel and slid up her thigh, revealed by the dress that had ridden up when she sat down. Despite the warmth of his hand against her skin, Y/n’s gaze, much to Theodore's dismay, did not turn to him. She was quiet, quieter than usual.

— No music? He asked, and she shrugged, briefly glancing at him. Y/n might not talk much to him, but Theodore had gotten used to hearing her hum along to songs during the car rides. — Why didn't your friends come today? Theo's sincere doubt reached Y/n, who just kept looking at her ring-laden hands.

— They're very busy. "They're busy because they don't exist," Y/n thought before sighing tiredly.

— Busy on a Friday night? Theodore asked, confused.

— Your friends seem nice. Y/n said, changing the subject.

— Yeah, they are...

The rest of the car ride was silent, so silent that Theo thought the sound of his eyes alternating between the woman beside him and the road could be heard.

When they arrived, both got out of the car and went separate ways. Y/n went up the stairs so fast it was as if she had apparated, disappearing from Theodore's view. When he went upstairs, the bathroom door opened minutes later, and Y/n emerged from the bath with a towel wrapped around her body.

— Sorry, I didn't know you were up here. Y/n apologized, referring to the towel, and Theodore's face contorted.

— Why? This is my room too.

— I know, I meant about the towel, Theodore. You usually don't sleep here so i thought that i would be alone... She said, and Theo felt a pang of guilt fill his chest, looking now at the naked back of the woman as she sighed, realizing he was leaving her alone in bed more times than he wished.

— I thought you wanted space…. He said, and the silence remained between them.

— Yes, a year ago, you're right. Her whisper was so low that Theo almost didn't hear it, but hearing it, he knew something was wrong.

— What do you mean?

— What do you mean? Y/n asked, taking off the towel from her body and putting on her underwear.

— Why did you say that in that tone? I thought you wanted me away from you. Theodore was more harsh with his words, and Y/n shrugged, glancing at him over her shoulder.

— I don't know, Theodore. Y/n shook her head while putting on her pajamas, thinking she had finished the conversation. Theo held her arm and turned her to look at him.

— Talk to me, Y/n.

— I don't know what you want me to say, Theodore. She exploded, and Theodore laughed without humor.

— What is your problem? He asked, and Y/n freed herself from his grip.

— You are my problem, Theodore Nott.

— No, you are your own problem, you can't seem happy. Even my damn friends noticed your miserable face today. You have EVERYTHING. Theo huffed, and the woman in front of him clenched her jaw in anger

— I'm NOT happy, Theodore. I have NOTHING, I don't have good parents, I don't have friends, I don't have love, I constantly feel alone, and I can't seem happy BECAUSE I'M NOT. So don't come at me with this now, you have everything, not me. Y/n said angrily as tears shimmered in her eyes. — And I heard you're cheating on me with your secretary, which made me feel even more useless.

— What? I didn't cheat on you! — Theodore said desperately. — Y/n! I didn't cheat on you! I would never do that! Theo walked up to her, stopping in front of her side of the bed, where she was about to sit down. — Fuck it, who told you that?

— It doesn't matter…

— Dolcezza, I would never do that to you.

He said, placing his hands on her cheeks, wiping the tears that streamed down with his thumbs.

— You hate me, of course you would. She said weakly, so weakly that Theo almost felt his knees give way. He might not show all his love for her, but he had promised to love and protect her above all else, he had made that promise at the altar and to her father when he chose her, and all he was doing was the opposite of that.

— I don't hate you.

— Yes, you do…

— You don't hate me, how could o hate you? Theo whispered, stroking her cheek.

— You hate me because I hate you.

— Then say you hate me.

— I hate you. She murmured without conviction and sniffed afterwards.

— If you hate me so much, why are you crying for me, mia cara? We have to stop this hate game, you are my real wife, bella. Theo whispered and gently joined his lips to hers in a kiss unlike anything they had ever felt.

— That's not what I wanted, Theo. Another sniffle came from her nose when she pulled away from his lips.

— Don't you want me to kiss you? What did you want, Principessa? Please let me get it right with you once. Theo begged and Y/n closed her eyes trying to control her emotions, and so did she and shook her head in rapid movements. — Y/n, talk to me please.

— My whole life, my friends, my clothes, what I'd eat, were all my parents' choices, and the only thing that would really be mine was also chosen by them, Theo. I have nothing and there's no way you can fix it because you became something of theirs, not mine. — silence settled between them and Y/n replaced the smendel with hers, pushing away the tears streaming down her cheek — Shit, I'm sorry, I didn't want to be complaining to you. You should go to sleep.

She said turning her back on the man who stood behind her watching her take the blankets on the bed made and lie down.

— I can be yours! Y/n, I can be yours. — Theodore said it in a way that Y/n had never heard him say before, it was as if he was afraid that she would disappear forever.

— You don't have do this, Theo... And that was something they both didn't understand, he wanted to do that.

As soon as he sees her, Theo walks to the other side, takes off his clothes, leaving only his underwear and lies down next to Y/n. It had been so long since he lay there that he was amazed at the softness and comfort the bed gave him and once again he felt guilty.

— You don't have to sleep here out of pity, Theodore. Y/n said demonstrating less of her vulnerability as she stared at the ceiling.

— I want to be here, Y/n. Can't you see? — Theodore murmured looking at the woman's profile next to him.

— Theodore?

— Yes?

— Are you sure you didn't do anything with your secretary? Y/n asked and Theo took her hand which was above his belly.

— Look at me, please. He asked and so she did

— Do you know why I chose you? I know nothing was fair in all this, but I need you to know why I chose you.

— Why?

— I remember you in the fifth year, in the astronomy class, you were in a corner with two other girls and they wouldn't shut up and I saw you making a wish for shooting star that passed in the sky, I found it genuine and I started watching you and realized that you were beautiful and very interesting, I realized that you were worth it, I realized that I wanted you…— Theo sighed as if it had become a weight on his back — Pansy was never an option because she is my friend and is in love with Draco, my father would never make me marry some girl that I didn't approve of, you are incomparable to the rest and I saw that it was you when you started to hate me when I stepped in front of you and…

— I never really hated you, Theodore…I just realized that it was easier to hate someone who hadn't hated him yet than whoever caused it. Y/n said.

— Let me fix this. Theo asked pulling Y/n for more and eptonde his body.

— I'll give you five days to fall in love with you, Theodore Nott.

— I'll do whatever you want, Y/n Nott. Theo would burn the world if she asked, and now that he knows he doesn't hate him, he'd do anything to make her fall in love with him

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muddy-water-1997 · 6 months ago

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𝖠𝗀𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗒 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖡𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖿𝗂𝗍𝗌

𝖳𝖶: 𝖠𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍𝗒. 𝖲𝖾𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗆𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗂𝗀 𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗁!!! (𝖭𝗈𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗁𝗈𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗒). 𝖲𝖺𝗌𝖺𝖾𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌'𝗌 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗇𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾. 𝖠𝖻𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗇𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗎𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗇𝗍.

𝖠/𝖭: 𝖧𝗂! 𝖧𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗈! 𝖨𝗍'𝗌 𝖫𝗎𝗇𝖺! 𝖧𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗒 𝖻𝖺𝗇𝗄 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝗂𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗄𝖾𝗇𝖽. 𝖸𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝖽𝗈𝗎𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗎𝗉𝗅𝗈𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝖾𝗅𝖾𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖥𝖫𝖮𝖶𝖨𝖭𝖦. 𝖭𝖾𝗑𝗍 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗌 𝖬𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗎𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗏𝗒 𝗌𝗈 𝖨 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋- 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗁𝖾𝗁

Chapter 16 - PR, Perfume, and a Private Jet

If there was one thing you knew how to do, it was handle a PR disaster. The moment the news dropped, everything started moving quickly. A loud bang outside signalled one of the security team tackling a photographer to the ground. The terror on the boys' faces as they read through the article was the least of your concerns. You didn’t think about the news, that your family was aware of your involvement, or that your best friend probably realised you hadn’t been telling the truth. Your only thoughts were on protecting your clients—no, your friends.

Texts flooded your phone from friends, family, and even people you knew in high school. Ignoring the barrage, you put your phone on Do Not Disturb. Theo burst into the room, urgency in his steps, and without a word, he motioned for you to follow. As he escorted you out of the building, you could feel the weight of the situation pressing down on you, but you steeled yourself. You had a job and were determined to do it well for their sake.

Chris left the beautiful car he was obsessed with abandoned outside the restaurant. All the guys circled you, forming a protective barrier against prying eyes during the short walk to the sizeable blacked-out SUV. You all quickly bundled inside, the tension palpable.

At that moment, you promised yourself you would learn Korean. Everyone around you was speaking so rapidly that you couldn't even discern individual words in English, let alone the limited Korean you knew. Words flew around about you and the situation, but none were directed to you. From the context clues and the tone of their voices, it was clear that people were mad, angry, and, most of all, upset.

Felix, seated beside you, tried to catch your eye, his expression a mix of concern and determination. You took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself. The SUV roared to life and sped away from the chaos. Taking your phone out, it was time for you to step in. So much for a night off.

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“You think that’s acceptable!?” you hissed into the phone, struggling to keep your voice down in the crowded SUV. Your words were sharp as you berated the editor of the first published article. It was late, and you'd pulled enough strings to get their personal number, determined to confront them even at this hour.

The car had been driving for hours. You had no idea where you were heading, but you knew it wasn’t back to The Hilton. With your identity now public, returning there was out of the question. You also knew they wouldn't take you home either; it was too risky.

Taking a deep breath, you forced yourself to focus. The car's interior was filled with tense silence, punctuated only by the engine's hum and the occasional hushed conversation in Korean. Despite the uncertainty, you centred yourself, reminding your mind to stay on task.

You glanced around at the faces of the people surrounding you—your friends, your clients. In this car, with them, you felt a sense of security. You knew you were safe with these people no matter where you went.

“No, you listen to me!” You continued, voice rising a little more this time, unable to control it. The silence filled your ears, causing your mouth to fall open in shock. “He hung up on me! How dare he!” You yelled at the blank phone screen, slapping it into the seat beside you out of exasperation. You knew getting the article down would be impossible, and your name was trending everywhere, but you wanted answers. You checked the time, and it had just gone to midnight. God, you were exhausted.

“Baby?” IN’s voice called softly from the front of the car. “Maybe you should let it go for the evening? You’re not going to get anything productive done at this hour.”

You let your head roll back in defeat. He was right—you knew it. You just hated that some photographers had managed to shatter the closest thing to relaxation you'd had in days.

“If it wasn’t for those fucking sasaengs, we would be enjoying our meal, drinking, and actually relaxing,” you grumbled, placing your hands over your face in frustration.

The car remained silent for a moment, everyone digesting your words and the gravity of the situation. Then, you felt a gentle hand on your shoulder. It was Chris, his eyes filled with empathy.

“We'll get through this,” he reassured you. “Together.”

Minho hadn't been off the phone the entire time, speaking to someone overwhelmed by the influx of information. You looked over to Han, sitting across the aisle from you.

“He’s organizing accommodation,” Han explained, listening intently to Minho's conversation and translating for you. “The Hilton is swarmed with photographers. We want to get you somewhere safe.”

“You’re not leaving me alone, are you!?” Anxiety flooded through you. Handling the work side was one thing, but being alone in a city full of angry fans was terrifying.

“No! No, Bunny. Nothing like that!” Changbin, sensing your anxiety, reached around from the seat behind you to smooth your arm. “Hopefully, quite the opposite if what Minho is sorting works out.” You turned to look at Changbin behind you, his soft smile reassuring you that you were in good hands.

“We’ll be in Korea in no time!” Seungmin said, taking out one of his headphones. “You’re gonna love Korea, Y/N. It’s so different from here! There are so many places I want to take you while you’re ther—”

Seungmin was abruptly cut off by Hyunjin with a slap to the leg. “Ouch! Hyung, what was… OH!” Seungmin realised his mistake, glancing at you with wide eyes.

“Wait, Korea?” you asked, your heart skipping a beat. The idea of leaving the country hadn't crossed your mind amidst the chaos. “I can’t go to Korea!? Are you mad? I have a job and my family and my friends! Not to mention, my passport is at the hotel…”

Hyunjin quickly stepped in, his voice calm and soothing. “If you stay here, y/n, you might not have any of that by the time you return. It’s safer there right now, and we can all keep an eye on each other.”

Chris nodded, adding, “We’ll be able to manage the situation better from there. It’ll allow us to regroup and plan our next steps. Plus, we’ll have the backing of the company which means you wont have to deal with all the PR side of things. It’s a bit of a conflict of intrest now…” he mused, trying to lighten the mood in the vehicle.

“Never let them know your next move!” Felix added with a sly grin. “There’s no way they’ll think we’re flying you out of the country. The heat will be on people scouring the city, not the airport.” His explanation made sense, though it wasn't what you were expecting.

“Yah! Y/N, Theo is in your hotel room packing your stuff. Where’s your passport?” Minho asked, looking back at you. The anger in his eyes hadn’t diminished as much as it had in the rest of the group.

“In the safe, in the closet,” you replied calmly, giving him the code when asked.

You took a deep breath, trying to steady your nerves. This was just going to have to be another ‘fuck it’ moment—getting on a plane with eight K-pop stars and their staff and flying to a country you’d never visited before without telling anyone anything. The magnitude of the situation loomed over you, but the unwavering support of the boys gave you strength.

Minho nodded and relayed the information to Theo, who assured him he’d get everything sorted. As the SUV sped toward the airport, you felt a mix of anxiety and anticipation.

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As promised, the journey through the airport was uneventful. Whether it was due to the late hour or the truth in Felix’s words, you encountered no one else as you made your way through security and into the private terminal. It was moments like these that you couldn't quite get over. Sure, it was shocking when they bought you an entire closet full of high-end clothes, and it was even more shocking when they gifted you that beautiful necklace over dinner, but this? A private jet flying you all to Korea? This was next-level crazy.

Sitting in the luxurious leather seat of the jet, you gazed out the window at the dark tarmac, the plane's engines a low hum beneath you. You glanced around at the boys, their faces a mix of exhaustion and determination. Despite the chaos, they made you feel safe and cared for. Chris caught your eye and gave you a reassuring smile, and you felt a warmth spread through you.

The nerves churned in your stomach, but you weren't sure if they stemmed from the impending long-haul flight in a private jet or that most of the Western world now knew your name, your job and that something was going on. You took a moment to send your family and friends a reassuring text. You wanted to let them know you were safe, weren’t in harm's way, and would probably be MIA for a while. With that, you switched off your phone. As you got settled, Minho and Han walked down the jet and sat on either side of you.

“I hope you’re hungry!” Han exclaimed, placing a bag on the table before the three of you. “I’ve got a ton of comfort food. Sweets, ramen, soda, oh, and this cute little animal thing, but I’m not sure if you eat it?” He looked at the plastic toy with a look of confusion.

“I’m starving…” Changbin said, reaching from the seats opposite to take a bag, only to be met by a swift slap from Han's hand.

“Yah! These are for Y/N. You’re going home; she's going to a strange country. You don’t need comfort food!” Han teased, grabbing the bag Changbin had reached for and opening it for you. He offered you one of the sweets inside. You playfully took the bag, grabbed one of the sweets, and then reached over to offer Changbin one.

“At least someone here cares for me,” Changbin shot Han a jokingly sharp look before taking the sweet and letting you settle back into your seat. As you did, you yawned, gently rubbing your eyes in exhaustion.

“You sleepy?” Minho asked from beside you, patting his shoulder. “Rest your head, get some sleep. Jetlag is going to be a bitch either way.” You happily obliged, closing your eyes and resting on Minho's shoulder. It wasn’t the most comfortable; all of these men were built for dancing, not for being pillows. But the warmth and indistinct chatter around you was enough to lull you to sleep before the plane took off.

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Opening your eyes, you’re met with darkness. The only noise in the cabin is the quiet humming of the electricals on board. Your head, no longer on Minho’s shoulder, is now resting on the set of three seats, which you've curled up on like a makeshift bed. Han and Minho must have moved somewhere else to give you more space.

Soft snores and the quiet music bumping from someone's headphones fill the otherwise silent cabin. You slowly regain consciousness, and your body stiffens from the awkward sleeping. How long have you been out? You glance around, trying to find a clock or any time indication.

Rubbing your eyes, you sit up and stretch, feeling disoriented. The comforting darkness and the gentle hum of the plane's engines create a cocoon-like atmosphere, making it hard to tell how much time has passed. As you gather your bearings, you see Felix sitting nearby, his headphones on and eyes closed, completely lost in his music. Chris is fast asleep across another set of seats while Changbin is nestled in a corner, snoring softly.

You quietly stand and stretch your legs, careful not to wake anyone. Moving towards the small kitchenette area, you find a digital clock on the microwave. It reads 3:47 AM. You try calculating how long you’ve been asleep, but time zones and the day's stress make it difficult.

As you return to your makeshift bed, you find Minho and Han sitting at a small table at the back of the cabin, quietly talking. They look up and give you reassuring smiles, gesturing for you to join them. You grab a bottle of water from the kitchenette and walk over, feeling a sense of calm in their presence.

"Feeling better?" Minho asks softly, his eyes filled with concern.

"Yeah, a bit," you reply, sipping water. "How much longer until we land?"

"About six more hours," Han answers, glancing at his watch. "Get some more rest if you can." Watching as you take a seat at the table.

“I don’t think I’m going to be sleeping again for a while,” you sighed, stretching out your neck to release the kink your sleep had left.

“Come with us,” Han said, standing and taking his laptop. “There’s a little seating room back here. We’ll let the boys sleep, and we can watch something funny to pass the time.”

You nodded sleepily, following the two men to the back of the aircraft and through a small door into a dimly lit room. There were a few more chairs around and a table for the laptop to sit on.

“It’s not quite a theater,” Minho said with a shrug, “but it’s better than having to laugh quietly because people are sleeping.”

Han set up the laptop on the table, and Minho grabbed some blankets and pillows from a nearby compartment. You all settled into the chairs, cocooned in the soft fabric. Han clicked through his files, looking for something to make you smile.

“How about some classic Korean variety shows?” Han suggested. “Always good for a laugh.”

“That sounds perfect,” you agreed, appreciating their efforts to lift your spirits.

Minho nodded, and Han hit play, the screen coming to life with bright colours and cheerful music. The familiar antics of the variety show hosts soon filled the small room with laughter. You felt the tension of the past days slowly melting away as you allowed yourself to be absorbed in the lighthearted entertainment.

Being sandwiched between Minho and Han's was comforting. Their laughter was infectious, and soon, you found yourself genuinely enjoying the moment despite everything that had happened- their hands on your thighs even more so.

NEXT CHAPTER

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