not so mean hoe

⋆ 𐙚 ̊.CHAPTER 4 ✶⋆.˚

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Evelyn barely made it to her dorm, her legs feeling like jelly, her mind foggy from exhaustion. She stumbled through the door, too tired to even bother removing her shoes. Her body felt like it was shutting down, but she pushed on, stumbling toward the bed. The effort was too much. 

She lost her balance and crumpled to the floor in a heap, her cheek pressing against the cold, unforgiving wood. The weight of the day, the emotional turmoil, and the sickness all caught up with her in that moment. She lay there, unmoving, her breaths shallow as her body refused to cooperate any longer.

Hours later, the sound of a door crashing open and a shrill scream pierced the stillness. "EV! WHAT THE HELL?!" Kitty's voice echoed down the hall, causing a rush of footsteps from the adjacent dorm. The door to Evelyn's room flew open, and Kitty's wide, panicked eyes locked on her friend's crumpled form on the floor. She immediately rushed to her side, her hands shaking as she tried to rouse Evelyn. 

But the commotion didn't stop there. Minho, along with Dae and Q, burst into the room, their laughter stopping short as they took in the scene. Minho's eyes widened, his chest tightening in panic as he rushed forward without thinking. "RAVEN!" he shouted, kneeling beside her, his heart pounding. The sight of her so still, so vulnerable, jolted something deep inside him—a mix of fear, concern, and something else he wasn't ready to admit.

Without hesitation, Minho gently slid his arms beneath Evelyn's limp form, one arm cradling her back while the other hooked beneath her knees. As he lifted her, her head lolled against his shoulder, and a strand of her hair brushed against his cheek. She felt so light, so fragile, that it made his chest tighten even more.

"Minho, be careful," Kitty urged, her voice trembling as she hovered close, wringing her hands.

"I know," he murmured, his jaw set, his focus entirely on Evelyn. He moved with surprising care, his usual teasing demeanor replaced by a quiet determination. Each step toward the bed was measured, his mind racing with a mixture of worry and guilt. Had he missed the signs earlier? Was she actually sick?

When he reached the bed, he lowered her down with the utmost gentleness, his movements deliberate as though afraid she might shatter. He adjusted her so she lay comfortably, brushing a strand of damp hair away from her face. Her pale complexion and uneven breathing made him swallow hard, a knot forming in his throat.

"She needs rest," Minho said softly, more to himself than anyone else.

"Okay, everything aside, I really want to ask something right now." Q enquired.

"It can wait Q," replied Minho.

"Nah dude because what are they doing here in the boys dorm?" Q said as if it didn't mean anything.

"Q this isn't the time for twenty questio- WAIT HOL' UP! WHAT? What the f-ing hell are you here for, Kitty?" Minho dramatically held his hand over his chest, as if shielding himself from Kitty.

"Excuse me?" 

Kitty rummaged through her dorm forms and held them in front of the boys to see.

"This is my dorm." She stated.

"Wel, you're listed as Song Covey." Q pointed out.

"So what?"

"Song can be a guy's name. So, they put you in here." Dae replied.

"She did this on purpose! To be closer to Dae. And....me?!" Minho freaked out again.

"I told you she was hitting on me on the plane!"

"I was not... hitting on you!" Kitty snapped in defense.

"Okay guys, Evelyn needs some sleep, do not fight like elementary kids." Said Q, and the guys went back to their dorm.

"Take care of her Kitty!" Minho said before slamming the door shut sassily.

ruka:

I am so sorry for the short chapter. i am very tired right now so I need to get some sleep. i promise to upload the next part tomorrow after my exam! stay hydrated yall!