Since I told Minho about everything that has happened, nothing else really has actually... happened.

His view on me must be different now and maybe he's lying about not being angry, but whatever it is, he doesn't show it and all I can be is grateful.

Though neither of us know what to do now.

I made it very clear I didn't want Minho to interfere with Him. First of all, He'd know I told Minho. You can probably think of all the other reasons. We alked to Jennifer a lot ever ever since she woke up. I've considered telling her about everything that has happened, but I think she'd appreciate the stealing issue a little less than Minho. I don't really don't want her to hate me.

Newt and Lyndon are at our house. I'm at Minho's. I've requested multiple people if we to the can go back to the camp now that no danger seems to be at around, but no one's too excited. I guess Lyndon's the only person with me in this.

Amina and Dad haven't said lot of interesting things except that Dad wants to talk Lyndon about the things he blurted out as he was under anesthesia. I told Dad he probably wouldn't do Lyndon a favor with that, and I hope that convinced him not to make things even worse for my brother.

I'm glad things are just going well with him and Newt, or literally just the fact Lyndon seems to have gotten out of the "extreme-anxiety-phase-of-the-season". 'Cause yeah, he unfortunately has those, I've noticed.

So, in a summary: Everything is going alright, and that scares the shit out of me.

Besides that I'm also a bit sad. I don't know why. Maybe it's being off the drugs, maybe it's the fact nothing is no longer... very 'exciting' in my life, I don't know.

I'm open and bare to Minho. Hiding barely anything. I don't think I've ever revealed so much to anyone before. Not things like this, at least. I'm not sure whether to like it or not. It feels strange.

That's all I think about as I stare at the ceiling of his room. Minho, who I've figured loves to sleep, is lying against my side, eyes closed. The clock says it's three AM. I haven't been able to sleep. Maybe if my bladder wasn't somewhat exploding I would be able to, yet I don't want to wake him.

Eventually, I can no longer take it and get up as carefully as possible, then tip-toe to the bathroom. It's a relief until I see my period decided to join in. My eyes search around for something to use, but there's no box or anything. I walk over to the drawers. Again, nothing.

I return to Minho with a deep sigh, wishing to hurry up. It's a fast job to shaky his shoulders a bit. Groaning, he mutters something.

"Minho." I give his arm a slap.

He mumbles something that I think is a 'yes'.

"Where does your Mom keep toiletries? Like pads and stuff?"

His eyes luckily slowly start to open. "What?" He rubs his eyelids.

"Pads," I say. "Where?"

God, what do I do to wake him up properly? He seems freaking drunk right now, unable to underhand me.

"Pads," I repeat. "For periods? The ones your Mom must have?"

"Ah." He nods, slowly. "Their bathroom."

"Since when do they have a... whatever. Where?"

"In their room," he says below his breath. "But you need a key that I don't have."

"You're not helping, Minho. I need pads before I'll bleed fucking everywhere."

"I'll get some," he quietly decides, getting up. Praying the door of his parents' bathroom isn't locked or he just finds something somewhere, I wait.

Then I hear the front door slam closed, and I realize what exactly he meant with 'getting some'.

Fun, in a black tank top with messy hair and giant red-squared pants.

Wow, though. He's going to the store for me in the middle of the night. My stomach fills with warmth at just the thought.

About twenty minutes of sitting on the toilet and waiting later, Minho reappears in front of me, handing me two packages. "Is that okay?"

I inspect them. One is just casual pads, another one the night version. "Perfect." I look up at him with a big smile. "Thank you."

He understands my gesture of leaning forward and places a kiss on my lips. "You're welcome. Let me know if you need anything else, though if you don't mind, I'm going back to bed."

"Hand me some clean stuff first?" I request. He hands me some of the clothes I brought here. I put them on, then join him below the sheets.

"By the way," he whispers, "do you want me to make my proposal for the ball to you a gigantic thing or what?"

"You literally just spoiled it."

"I'd call it doing it perfectly because I'd know what you want."

I muffle a chuckle in his shoulder. "I don't need a gigantic thing. But I'd really appreciate a giant bouquet."

"Of what? Flowers? Lego flowers? Paper flowers? Bills? Candy? Crocheted flowers? Pictures of my face?"

I laugh again. "All of them?"

"I'll make that work."

"No, I was kidding. Flowers is—"

"Nope. If I get the chance to put my head in a bouquet, I will take it. And I can snack of the candy as I make a bouquet, you know?"

"Mhm."

Minho wraps an arm around me, taking me in the place he was before; half on top of the other. I also slip my arms around his torso, which is still a little cool for the night air outside. Close my eyes. Hear the soft drums of his heartbeat.

His finger traces lines over my back, and eventually below my shirt. I don't shiver, because I'm all warm anyways. Just enjoy the feeling of someone touching my back. Absolutely heaven, to be honest.

He kisses my cheek. Before his mouth leaves my face, he whispers, "I love you."

When Jennifer said it, my heart made a jump. Now it's doing a thousand flips, matching with my stomach. It takes long to reply because of the lump in my throat. I don't know— never thought a boy other than family telling me he loves me would mean so much.

"I love you too," I end up managing, almost choking the words out along with a cry.

"As you should," he whispers teasingly. Then he squishes me tighter in his arms. "That sounded really good coming from your mouth. Say it again."

The corners of my lips go up without consent. "I love you," I repeat.

He hums, sighing out. "Again?"

"Like a freaking sleep song?"

"Maybe."

I snicker. "Oh, wow."

"I have another technique. If I just say it, you'll have to say it back. I love you."

"I love you."

"I love you."

"I love you."

"I love you."

"I love you— now stop. I love you a crazy lot, Minho. But I'm exhausted."

"Alright." He kissed my cheek again, followed by a peck on my head. "Good night, Lils."

I yawn. "Sleep well. And don't you call me that."

"What? You're gonna suffocate me in your sleep?"

"Perhaps. Or I'll never say 'I love you' again," I threaten.

"Say what never again?"

"I love you."

Even through the darkness, I sense his grin.

"Oh, you little shit." I groan. "Good night."

"Good night."

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A/n: that was definitely a filler