You don't know how to tell Heeseung that you're still very much awake, but maybe him not knowing would be better—that way you wouldn't have your words get caught up in your throat, or worry about making a fool out of yourself once you open your eyes to look at him (and that stupidly pretty smile of his).
So you stay still, and try to plead with your heart to calm down, those stars you see in his eyes will be your doom. Quiet down. The night disregards the raging tempest crashing inside you and exhales, a frigid breeze whirling into the room and you recoil. Heeseung continues humming a distant melody, but he smooths his thumb over your brow gently, moves almost imperceptibly so you could rest your head more peacefully on his thigh. Your body relaxes, but there are fireworks going off within your chest.
You don't tell Heeseung you are still very much awake. Instead, your mind repeats the words he'd uttered when he thought you were neck-deep in the ocean of sleep:
"You have to stop making me love you this much."
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