Warning: Hints of assault (nothing explicit). If you don't want to read about it, skip the part that is italicized.

Planning for the workshops turned out to be a more difficult task than I had anticipated. Because I had agreed to work with several of the members on their songs, I ended up with a bigger workload. This meant multiple calls from Sihyuk throughout my day were not out of the ordinary. He wanted to know the progress of the guys to ensure we hit each deadline in a timely manner. I didn't mind the work, but keeping up with multiple schedules was a tough adjustment.

I had always known the guys worked long and hard hours due to all the projects they were involved in. And even with their show on a temporary break, they still had so many products they were promoting. They had little free time throughout the week. They tended to have one full day off per week, sometimes two days off. Rather than use up their free days working, they preferred to work during their free hours during the week.

Today, for example, I was meeting with Jimin at the dorms late into the night. Thankfully, I was a night owl so the late hour wasn't too much of an issue. The problem was that my damn body naturally woke up to the sun, so I was going to be looking at another 4-hour sleep day. And tomorrow I was meeting with Taehyung and Jin—my day was fully booked.

Hobi answered the door, wearing boxer shorts, a white muscle shirt, and completely barefoot. His face was covered in cream with a yellow bandana keeping his hair away from his face. A bright and wide smile immediately appeared at seeing me.

I took a step back to get a more dramatic look at him. "Has Nari seen you this way?" I asked, referring to his girlfriend.

He laughed. "Do I look ridiculous?"

I made my way inside and took off my shoes. "Very. Don't answer the door this way."

"He scares everyone in this house," said a voice down the hall.

I turned and found Jimin coming out of the kitchen in only his underwear, mouth full of food. I had messaged him an hour ago about being on my way, giving him plenty of time to get ready—and that included putting on pants.

I cocked my head and placed a hand on my hip, giving him what the maknaes liked to call my noona look. "Jiminssi, unlike most of the human population who drools over you, I do not care to see you naked. Put on some pants."

"I told you," Hobi snickered behind me.

Jimin gave me a pout. "Ah, noona don't yell at me." He made no movement to his room.

"Hurry your ass up," I said, making a motion towards him as if I was going to smack him.

He giggled and jogged out of view.

Hobi and I walked down the hall and to the kitchen. On the island, there were containers half full of food. "Did you eat?" he asked.

I nodded. "A while ago."

"If you get hungry, help yourself. I'm going to wash up." He began to walk away.

"Who else is here?" I asked after him. I wanted to mentally prepare myself in case anyone else came out in only their underwear.

"Jimin and me. Jin said he might crash here tonight," Hobi answered.

I turned to their coffee area. "Can I make coffee? How do you work it?" I asked. The corner contained a few machines I had no idea how to work. My home had a simple, single-serve coffee maker. I didn't own thousands won worth of machines—I was sure it was Yoongi and Hobi who had spent this much on just coffee.

Hobi read my confusion and walked over to assist. He asked if I wanted coffee or an Americano.

"Straight coffee," I answered. I already had a difficult time falling asleep as it was, the caffeine would make it worse.

Hobi showed me how to run the coffee maker before leaving me.

I took my mug over to the dining table where I saw Jimin's paperwork and iPad. After setting my materials next to his, I took the time to go over his notes to see the progress he had made for his workshop. I noticed a few lyrics he had written.

Jimin finally came into the room a good bit later. He had taken a shower and put on a pair of black joggers. Still shirtless, though. He saw me going over some lyrics he had written down.

"Are they bad?" Jimin asked timidly, taking a seat next to me.

"The absolute opposite. I really like these lines," I said pointing to what I had just read.

"Really?" He leaned in to see what I was referring to. "Oh. I wasn't too sure about that one."

I tried to be gentle with Jimin. As gifted and wonderful as he was as an idol, he still lacked self-assuredness. He had come a long way since his debut, but he still doubted himself and needed people to bolster him up. I wasn't someone to naturally coddle another. I tended to be a little more direct, but knew I had to watch myself around Jimin.

I looked at him straight in the eye and tried to be as kind as I could with my words. "You're a good writer. You need to start believing it."

The look on his face told me he didn't. "It takes me so long to think of a good lyric—it doesn't come naturally," he explained himself.

"I majored in literature and I still struggle. It took a whole semester to write my 15-page Senior Thesis and I still wasn't satisfied with it."

"But it comes so much easier with you," Jimin insisted. "And to Namjoon-hyung."

"Yes. Namjoon is naturally gifted when it comes to words. But he, too, hits a stump. Look at me at the moment. I'm able to help write all these songs, but writing one myself, I can't seem to do. I've hit a wall. But rather than sulk," I said in a teasing but serious tone to him, "I'm going to keep working at it. You need talent, but hard work surpasses talent, in my opinion."

I had said the magic words to him: hard work. He straightened up and gave a confident nod, droplets of water falling on his face. "You're right. Let's do this."

For the next couple of hours, I let him lead the conversation about what he wanted to do with the workshop. I was mostly there to ask the right questions and help organize his thoughts.

I noticed it was around midnight and we were still at it. I was going to need more caffeine.

"Do you want more?" Jimin asked, having clearly seen me eye my mug.

I nodded and made a motion to grab my cup to serve myself.

However, Jimin beat me to it. "Wait here," he said kindly. "How do you take it?"

"Black with sugar, please." I gave my thanks as he headed to the kitchen. I took my phone, needing a little bit of a break. That's when I noticed Namjoon's missed message. I sent him a quick response. No more than a few seconds later, my phone began to ring. It was Namjoon. I answered before the second ring. "You finally getting out of work?"

"Yeah. Going to pick some food up. You home?" He sounded a little out of breath. I was certain he was cycling.

"No, I'm over at the dorm, helping Jimini with his workshop."

"Ahh. How's that going?"

"Good. He has a few good ideas and some really nice lines. You should ask him to show you."

Jimin walked back into the room with my coffee in one hand and a can of beer in the other.

I sent him a mocking judgmental look after eyeing the alcohol. "Are you for real?"

Jimin laughed, knowing full well my judgment wasn't genuine. He put down my coffee in front of me and took a sip of his beer.

"What?" Namjoon asked in my ear, having no idea why I was scolding his brother.

"This guy is having a beer this late at night," I explained, shaking my head.

Jimin smiled at my teasing. "It helps me relax."

"We've had drinks this late before," Namjoon said, defending Jimin. "Yourself included."

"We're not talking about me right now," I snapped back. "We are working, Jimin-ssi. We don't have time for your alcoholism," I joked with a smile.

"I'll only drink half of it," Jimin promised.

"I'll drink the other half," Namjoon added, having clearly heard Jimin.

"You coming over?" I asked, feeling a sudden boost of energy, despite not taking another sip of coffee. "There's food here," I said, remembering the containers on the island.

"Even better; I'll be there in a bit," Namjoon answered.

We hung up and I made a grab for my coffee. After taking my sip, I turned back to Jimin to see if he wanted to go back to work or take a small break. However, I found him staring at me, a teasing smile on his face.

"What?" I asked instinctively.

"It's funny how much things change in such a short time," he answered.

"What do you mean?"

He kept a smile as he spoke, "Namjoonie and you were never this close. It was you and Hobi who were the closest. You and Yoongi clicked for a while. Taehyungie, Jungkookie, and I have always thought of you as our older sister. You always looked after us like one and we always appreciated it. Now, it seems as if you and Namjoon spend all your free time together."

Nerves hit me at the thought that Jimin might see my feelings for Namjoon were more than just friendship. "I'm going to have to move onto Seokjin soon," I said jokingly.

Jimin dismissed it. "You and Jin-hyung have always had a platonic friendship. It's been the most consistent out of all our relationships with you."

I nodded, agreeing with his viewpoint.

For a long moment, we were silent. I was thinking back to all those years ago. From their debut year when I had helped cowrite one of their songs—even lending my vocals to a track, to their first trip to America when they were green and eager, to their struggles as a group and the fear of their disbandment, to now when it was difficult for them to land in any country and not be recognized. They had been so young and innocent then that I always referred to them as boys. However, in the last year or two, my viewpoint of them had changed. They were fully grown men. I might be older than all of them—I was the same age as Jin—but it seemed as if the age difference wasn't that noticeable.

I had to recognize I too had changed. I used to be someone who the guys often described as passionate and hot-headed. In the years of knowing the guys, I found myself growing calmer. Their positive energy had rubbed off and I saw life a little more brightly. Despite having a wealthy family, my home life had been far from perfect. It took many years for me to listen to the message the guys spread out into the world, but eventually, I learned to love myself and sought out help. Jimin had been the first of the members to have suggested it years ago.


May 2019

I hadn't wanted to be there. I wanted to be anywhere without people. But I felt the boys wanted and needed the support. Plus, I'd be lying if I wasn't feeling a bit over-protective. Granted, American artists overall were more pleasant than rude at these events—mostly because of all the cameras, but there were still plenty of snakes in this industry. I wanted to make sure I batted away the poisonous ones.

However, I wasn't too sure if I could in fact tell them apart anymore. I had recently discovered a snake in my own garden that I had kept around for too long. If I had been stupid enough to not have seen the evil around me, how was I sure I could keep the boys' garden pure?

"So, what did you think, Mai-Mai?" Hobi's voice pulled me from my thoughts.

All seven young men were panting and sweaty. They had finished their performance on stage. I had remained in the back watching on the monitors.

"You all did great!" I said, hoping I looked as enthusiastic as I sounded.

"I don't know why I always get nervous right before a performance," Jimin said. He was now incredibly close to me. A little too close...

I didn't mean to, but my body acted on its own accord and recoiled.

Jimin's head turned to me, a look of concern on his face.

I tried to play it off and acted as if I was shivering from a chill in the air. I wasn't sure if any of the other boys had noticed my reaction.

"Hey, guys! That was incredible!" a voice called out from a few yards away.

It was Halsey making her way toward us.

Suddenly, there were more hugs. More closeness.

As they all gathered together and talked excitedly, I backed away. I wrapped my arms around myself.

It was too much…touching.

My breathing started to change. I needed to get out of here.

And then I found myself moving. Walking. I didn't know where at first, but then I saw I had made it to a small dressing room.

Before I could question how I got there, I felt soft hands on me. I let out a gasp and pushed away; my skin crawling.

"Noona?" It was a warm and familiar voice.

I closed my eyes. It was one of the boys. I was safe.

I wasn't sure how long I was standing there, but eventually, I had a better grasp of myself. I looked up to find Jimin staring at me with concern.

"Are you alright?" he asked.

There was no point in lying to him, but I couldn't tell him the whole truth either. "No."

"Did someone…?" he stopped himself. I'm not sure if he could bring himself to ask it. But he knew me well enough to know the way my body had recoiled at his touch was a red flag. He had been around me months ago and we had hugged like normal. We had met a couple of weeks ago and I had been normal then. He knew something horrible had occurred to me in the 10 days in between.

I didn't answer his unspoken question.

He looked heartbroken for me. "Is there something I can do?"

I shook my head, unable to speak. There was a tight knot in my throat.

"You shouldn't keep it inside, noona. It's not healthy. You should talk to someone," he suggested.

The thought of talking to someone about this…. About saying out loud what had happened…. I wanted to vomit.

"Can I hold your hand?" he asked. "I won't hug you."

I felt a few tears start streaming down. I reached out to Jimin and he held the hand he offered tightly.

We stood like this for a few minutes. I cried in silence but Jimin never left my side.

He was there as I did a quick makeup touch and he stood next to me the entire night, lying to the rest of the guys for me when they asked if something was wrong. I had a stomachache and nothing more.


Looking into Jimin's beautiful eye smile, I felt compelled to let him know what I was thinking. "I want to thank you."

He was completely caught off guard, his face losing his smile. "All of a sudden?"

"For that night at the BBMAs," I said, reminding him. "You recognized I needed help and suggested I talk to someone."

We were quiet for a moment. "Do you want to talk about it?" he asked softly.

I remembered my therapist's words. I needed to start allowing people I cared about into my life. It was one thing to say I loved someone, but a whole other thing to show I loved them. Showing love meant opening myself up—however uncomfortable it might be.

I wasn't ready to share about the assault in 2019, but I wanted to share a little of my trauma. "My parents weren't their best while I was growing up," I said, my hands getting a little clammy at my confession. "A lot of toxicity filled my house. My parents seemed to focus more on themselves instead of me and my brothers. I think that's why I graduated high school early. I couldn't rely on the adults around me, so I sought full independence." I did my best in keeping eye contact. I wanted and needed to be brave in being vulnerable. "I get anxiety when I feel myself losing control of my environment. When it seems as if things aren't settled or in order, it sort of takes me back to my childhood. I was too weak when I was a kid to protect myself. Right before the BBMAs, something happened. Something made me feel not in control. That's what caused the anxiety that night."

Jimin waited to see if I was done before he spoke up. "Has therapy helped? Are you on medication?"

"No medication. When I first started talking to my therapist, I was on some. Very mild. I finally sought therapy right after my breakup with my ex before I moved here to Seoul. My future didn't seem very clear—that was a first for me. I had always planned my next step but all of a sudden, I couldn't picture the future. It sent me to another anxiety attack. I was on the phone with Namjoon when it happened. He helped calm me. By the end of it, he said to me what you and Yoongi already had: seek therapy. So, I did."

Jimin sent me a teasing look. "Ah, you'll listen to Namjoon but not me or Yoongi?"

I smiled and shook my head. "No, it was more like a sign: three times someone who cared for me told me the same thing in less than a year. I finally paid attention."

"So, has therapy helped?" he asked again, having not heard me give an answer.

I nodded. "Yeah. A lot. It was a roller-coaster when I started it, but I think I got things down now. It's been a while since my last session."

Jimin's eyes grew slightly in concern. "Well, therapy is an ongoing thing. It's not just about going for a little bit. You might want to—"

There was a noise coming from down the hall that made Jimin stop talking.

We turned at a deep voice calling out our names. It was Namjoon.

Jimin responded to him, letting him know where we were.

A few minutes later, Namjoon appeared in the room.

"You guys are still working? This late?" Namjoon asked, scanning the table.

Jimin turned to the clock. "Seriously, it's this late already?" He started to gather his things.

I checked as well. It was pretty late. "You have something planned?" I asked Jimin.

He shook his head, avoiding eye contact. "No." There was a slight smile lingering on his lips.

Namjoon and I exchanged a knowing look.

"There's a girl," Namjoon said with confidence.

Jimin shook his head but couldn't help a giggle coming out. "No. There's no girl."

"There's a boy?" I asked teasingly.

Jimin was the sluttiest of the guys. He wasn't a sleazeball or asshole. He was always a gentleman but tended to bounce from relationship to relationship very easily. He was young and loved to enjoy life to its fullest, so I butted out.

Jimin's smile only widened. He gathered his paperwork and took a final sip of his beer. "Thank you, noona, for the help today. I appreciate it," he said, dodging my question.

I reached to poke his side. "Tell me!"

He sidestepped me. "Don't be nosy."

"Maya is never nosy," Namjoon said in a sarcastic tone.

I gave him a death stare and he laughed at it.

"I'm going to get some wine. Want some, hyung?" Jimin asked.

Namjoon shook his hand as he reached for Jimin's beer and took a sip. "Can you get me some food?"

"Sure." Jimin turned to me. "Noona?"

"No, thank you." I really should be heading out soon. I had walked here. The streets were empty and safe, but if I didn't leave now the guys wouldn't let me leave without a driver.

"Just stay for a bit longer," Namjoon offered. He took a seat and placed his hands on the back of his head, stretching out his arms and showing off his guns.

I wasn't the only one who drooled. Jimin eyed Namjoon's arms. "Hyung, you're getting bigger." He squeezed one of the arms.

Namjoon's hulk body was getting more massive each day. I was certain he was working out more because he was so bored at home. When he stayed in for too long, his depression kicked in. Due to the pandemic, there was only so much he could do. He was still able to go on hikes and but his visits to exhibits were limited because of the pandemic. He needed another outlet or haven and it had become the gym.

As I stared at his thick arms, I thought the gym had become my imagination's new haven too.

Namjoon moved his arm away from Jimin, getting shy from the attention. "Ahh."

Jimin had a smile on his face, loving the blush he had brought out of Namjoon. He then disappeared into the kitchen.

Namjoon took another sip of beer and turned to me. "You guys get a lot done?"

I nodded. "Yeah."

As his brown eyes looked into mine, I started noticing the small bags. "You good?" I asked, feeling his drained energy.

We normally met in the afternoon when he had a lot of energy. Right now, it looked as if he had little to no vigor left in him. He looked ready to pass out.

He let out a sigh and shook his head to the side. "Just a tough time with a song."

"What's going on with it?" I asked, forgetting my past words about leaving.

He started to talk about his troubles with some lyrics and how his modifications kept feeling off. Apparently, Sihyuk wasn't satisfied either.

Jimin came back to the room, a tray of food in his hand. "Monsieur, mademoiselle," he said with a really bad French accent. He gave a comical bow as he pretended to be a waiter. "Your food has arrived." He placed the plate in front of Namjoon and a coffee in front of me. Then handed us a paper towel.

"Oh, thank you." Namjoon always gave in to his younger brothers' make-believe scenarios.

I played along, but not in the way Jimin was expecting me to. "What kind of cheap ass shit is this?" I asked, picking up the generic paper towel. "I thought you were bringing me to an expensive restaurant," I accused Namjoon.

Namjoon tried to control his smile. Like with Jimin, he played along with me. "I didn't have enough money this week, baby."

Even though it was fake, and he didn't mean the word, I felt my heart quicken at his term of endearment. I tried not to show it. "You're gonna sleep on the couch tonight."

Namjoon sighed in defeat.

Jimin enjoyed it all. "Do you want some wine with this?" he asked.

"Your finest wine," Namjoon requested.

Jimin bowed and headed to the kitchen.

"Make it a Sauvignon Blanc," I called out. "Miani!"

Namjoon's eyes turned wide. "That's the most expensive wine here."

I was aghast. "I'm not worth expensive wine?"

Namjoon hid his face in embarrassment, seeing the mistake in his words.

I liked to watch him cringe. "You're such a cheap date. I'm going to find another guy who wants to spend everything he can on me."

He took my hand and got on his knees. "I apologize. Of course, baby." He took out his wallet, placing it on the table in front of me. "Take it all—use my money as you wish."

His hand felt incredibly warm. I clutched it, allowing myself a moment of enjoyment. "I'm going to need jewelry after this."

He nodded, his head falling on top of my hand, clutching it tightly inside his. "Of course, I'll buy you the biggest diamond." His lips lightly grazed my fingers.

I hoped he couldn't hear how hard my heart was pounding. The feeling of his lips on me traveled throughout my skin, making me want to melt at his feet.

"Oh, you're finally proposing?" said a voice.

The nerves got to me. I pulled my hand away.

My eyes met Jimin's face. He was completely enjoying the scene in front of him.

Namjoon didn't seem to notice, however. He got back to his seat and took the wine Jimin had brought.

We went on to casual conversation. Thankfully, Jimin didn't continue teasing us and left; however, I did catch him smiling at us like an idiot.

It was more than an hour later that I noticed how much time had passed. What made me realize it was Namjoon yawning. He was fighting sleep.

I started to get up. "I really should be going."

Namjoon sat straight up. "It's dark out."

"So?" I grabbed my bag and started gathering my things.

"It's not safe, Maya," he insisted.

This was a laugh. "Seoul is one of the safest cities in the world. I've walked this late before."

"Not when you've been drinking," he pointed out.

I let out a groan. I hated when he used logic. "I'll be fine."

"Just take the couch, Maya. No one here will mind. I would invite you over to one of the other bedrooms, but sometimes they show up without notice."

I looked over at their couch. I was starting to feel tired. And the couch was looking inviting.

He noticed I was giving in. "I'll tell Hobi and Jiminie you're going to be staying over."

He left before I could make another argument.

I let out a grunt, hating that he had won. I gathered my stuff from the table and set it next to the front door. I wasn't going to be using them for the rest of the night anyway.

Just as I had left the entrance and walked into the kitchen, I heard someone opening the front door. I noticed a tall man with broad shoulders enter. The opportunity was too good.

I stayed where I was and waited to hear the footsteps come closer to the kitchen. I stepped forward and surprised my victim. "Boo!"

"Ahi!" Jin jumped back a good foot, his arms up in the air, covering his face.

He was always too easy.

I let out a laugh.

"Ah, Maya, seriously." He let out a breath.

"What happened?" Came a voice from down the hall. It was Namjoon.

"She's going to be the death of me," Jin said, heading into the kitchen. He turned to Namjoon. "Why do you keep inviting her?" he asked jokingly.

"To make your life more enjoyable," I said, giving him a smile.

"Every time you're here, I lose a year of youth," he accused.

I rolled my eyes. "Why are you here anyway? Trouble with Unnie?" I asked sarcastically. Jin and Unnie were the most solid couple I knew.

He let out a smile, finding it funny as well. "She went to visit her grandparents for the week. The house is a little lonely." His voice did seem a little down.

"Ugh. And here I was going to take your room tonight," I joked.

With a deadpan face, he asked, "Who invited you to stay?" He grabbed a bottle of water.

"Hobi, Jiminie, and I," Namjoon answered.

"Ah, but I'm uninviting her. And as the oldest, I get four times the votes." He gave me a pitiful look. "Guess you'll be sleeping outside, Maya."

I cocked an eyebrow at him. "Well, seeing that Namjoon is leader, he gets at least double votes so…" I gave him a wink.

He chuckled and took a sip of his water.

"You look pretty fly, hyung," Namjoon said, looking at Jin's choice of clothing, not trying to hide his smile.

I looked more closely at what Jin was wearing: an oversized pink sweater, purple joggers, red slides, and a green scarf. I shook my head. He really needed to hire a full-time stylist.

"Are you making fun of my fashion sense?" Jin asked with a straight face.

"I just find it surprising you still look as good as you do with the outfit you have on," Namjoon said genuinely.

"Being this handsome does come with a lot of perks," Jin agreed.

"I wish I could be that handsome," Namjoon said.

"Maybe you'll get there one day," Jin said, immediately laughing.

Namjoon joined in.

I gave Jin a slight shove. "Hey, I think he's pretty cute."

Namjoon gave me a shy smile. "You only say that because you're my best friend."

"No, I say that because I'm a straight female." I reached up and gave him a small peck on the head. I've done this to all the guys in the past, so I didn't think it would be out of line.

But he let out a cough and stepped away. "I should really get to bed. I have a meeting around lunch with Sihyuk." It seemed like he was avoiding eye contact with me.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Jin smiling and making his way out of the kitchen. "I'm heading to bed as well. Goodnight."

"Good night," we called back.

The air felt a little odd, but I wondered if it was just my imagination. "Could I get a thick blanket, please? The heavier the better," I requested, wanting to break the silence.

Namjoon's body turned to me, but still, he did not meet my eyes. "Yeah. Are you cold? I can turn on the heater if you want."

"No. I just have trouble falling asleep. I have a heavy blanket at home and it helps."

"There might be some serotonin pills in the hall bathroom. There are extra toothbrushes and face cleaning products, too—Hobi keeps it stocked. Feel free to use whatever you want. Do you need some clothes?" he asked, eyeing my outfit.

I was wearing jeans. I was definitely not going to sleep comfortably in these. "Yeah, some shorts—maybe Jimin's. Yours might fit me a bit too loose."

He let out a light laugh. "I'll see if he's still up." He turned to the bedrooms and disappeared.

I left for the restroom and easily found the extra toiletries. I used what I needed, nothing more.

As I returned to the living room, Namjoon was coming back with a blanket, pillow, and clothes. "Jimin sounded a bit…preoccupied," he said with a look in his eyes. "I brought you some old shorts of mine—back when I was smaller." He handed me the clothes.

I was intrigued. "Did you hear any noises from his room?"

Namjoon grinned. "More like heard certain words."

I was really intrigued. "What was he saying?" I snuggled against one of the cushions.

"Girl, focus on sleep rather than someone else's business." He placed the blanket and pillow next to me.

I pouted. "Spoilsport."

"Do you need anything else?" he asked, placing his hands in his pockets as he stared right at me. He had changed himself, putting on some grey joggers and a white t-shirt.

You, I felt the craving to say. He looked good enough to eat. "No, I got everything I need."

Namjoon nodded. "Good night," he said as he walked towards his room.

"Night," I called back to him.

I waited to hear a click from his bedroom door until I took out his clothes to inspect them. His shorts were in fact old. They were an old-faded blue that looked to be from years ago. The size didn't look too bad. The t-shirt was black and faded, too. I leaned into the clothes, wondering if they had Namjoon's current smell or a lingering aroma of the past.

I was surprised when the scent was a combination of an old cologne he used to wear, mixed in with his current smell, and the strong essence of dust. How long had this been in the back of his closet? While the scent was a bit appealing, the dust was too strong. My nose didn't linger long, and I was a bit grateful. If the smell was too much like Namjoon, I would spend all night with my nose pressed against the old material.

After changing, I found a comfortable spot on the couch. Maybe it was the serotonin I had taken or the blanket on me was the right weight pressed against me, but I immediately fell asleep. It definitely had nothing to do that the husky aroma coming from the clothes on me. But I wouldn't deny that it felt comforting.