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Hours later, you woke up. You groggily rubbed your eyes. *What time is it?* It was only 4 in the morning. You saw a figure next to you and looked down

. Zico was asleep with his head resting on his arms.

You softened *I forgot he was here.* You reached out and lightly touched his hair. A pang of nostalgia hit your heart and you realized how much you had missed him.

Suddenly, Zico stirred awake. You pulled your hand back. He quickly sat up and rubbed his eyes, “Did you just wake up?” You nodded.

Zico checked his watch, “You should sleep some more. It’s only 4.” You stayed quiet.

“Do you want some water?” He asked. You nodded.

Zico went to the cabinet and poured water into a cup. He came back. You started to get up. “Easy.” Zico put his arm under your waist and gently helped you sit up. You took the cup and thirstily drank. “Do you want more?” He asked. You shook your head.

Zico put the cup away and sat back down. It was quiet. He lightly touched your head, “Does it still hurt?” You shook your head.

“Don’t tell me you turned mute. Come on. Talk.” Zico teasingly poked you.

You looked at him, “You can go now. Your friends must be worried.”

“They’re fine.” He waved it away.

“Still, I’m okay alone. My brothers will be here soon anyways.” You said.

Zico studied you for a moment, “Do you really want me to leave?” You were quiet. “Did you really mean it when you said our love is over?” He asked. “