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It's early in the morning and Mikha’s lying on the bed—eyes wide open.
She hadn't slept even for a minute. Her brain is restless and sleepiness can't be found despite the events they have done.
Could it be because she was binge-watching a K-Drama or the adrenaline she got when playing?
Nonetheless, she really can't sleep, and now, she’s scrolling through a social media app.
And a frown is highly visible on her face.
JHOLET HANGGANG MAGING VIOLET @JhoVergara
JHOLET GROCERY DATE! ADGSYFSDSCAS
Mikha tapped the video.
Her brows furrowed at what she watched—how close the two were; the way their outfits matched; the way Colet swiped the stain of lipstick Jhoanna had on her front teeth; and how natural for these two to look like that they were in a relationship.
She swiped up.
She was never the jealous type. She understood that her bebe has an undeniable charisma that makes her shippable to anyone.
Tender JhoCey @myfavehotdog
JHOCEY KISSED I REPEAT! JHOCEY KISSED. PWEDE NA KAYONG MAGLAHO LAHAT. JHOCEY NEVER LULUBOG!!!
Mikha didn’t even bother playing the video and threw her phone at her bed.
She was not the jealous type—until something unknown crept into her system. Is she mad?
No.
She's feeling something she cannot explain at the moment.
She went out of the room.
She’s not liking any content that appears in her feed right now. It was always JhoCey, JhoLet, JhoAiah, LuckyTin, and JhoGwen—they even have JhoShee!
And that’s like third-level delulu!
How about her?
How about JhoMikha?
How about the bebe of the leader?
She walked out of her unit with a slam of the door and let her feet decide where to go.
Mikha knew that this was all just ships for fun—no, it’s not. Even her girlfriend’s family is fighting over which ship they were on. They only have two choices—and she wasn’t even in the list!
She stood in front of a door on the same floor of her unit.
Do they not have chemistry? Are they not bagay?
She pushed the doorbell three times before putting in the passcode and went in.
She was greeted by the warm scent of fresh linen and lavender that soothed her brain from the voices in her brain is having now.
She looked around, and familiarity dawned upon her. Mikha staying in this unit for quite some time made this feel more calming than her unit.
“Bebe?” a sweet voice called—soft, unguarded, and a bit husky, that is wrapped with warm rasp. Mikha, who felt the comfort of the angel’s calling, walked in the direction from which the voice came.
Jhoanna stirred in her sleep when three consecutive doorbells rang in her condo.
The previous concert’s exhaustion is getting back to her.
Her eyelids are still heavy; her bed still calls for her; her body still wants the warmth of her bed, but guess what?
Her heart yearns for the person who’s now punching the passcode of her unit.
Her girlfriend is the only one who rings her doorbell three times before going in. It’s a message that tells that it was she who would be going in.
A small grunt left her lips when she sat down on her bed.
She stood up. Her eyes are half closed.
“Bebe?” She called and tried to walk out of her bedroom, but before she could even take three steps, she was greeted by a rushing Mikha in her pjs.
Her sleepiness disappeared when she was tackled with an embrace, causing her to fall into bed once more.
Jhoanna laughed at the sudden action her girlfriend did but faded after noticing how Mikha is holding her, like she will disappear from her grasp.
The older’s hands are wrapped around her waist; her head rests on the younger’s chest.
“Bebe… May problema ba?” Jhoanna asked softly. Mikha shook her head and looked at the younger’s face.
She took a deep breath and hugged the leader closer—if that is still possible.
“Just—just needed to be held,” Mikha mumbled, and Jhoanna, sensing that the older one wouldn't tell her anything, decided to unwrap the hands from her back.
“Jho?” Mikha almost sobbed because of the action her girlfriend took.
Her bebe just avoided her affection when she needed it and when she’s vocal about it.
Suddenly, a weight is pressed against her chest. It felt harder to breathe.
Is this it?
Is she losing her?
“Bebe, tara na rito.” Her thoughts were interrupted when Jhoanna called—her arms open, waiting for her to rest.
Mikha didn’t hesitate and jumped onto her lover's arm. She wrapped her arms around Jhoanna and buried her head in the crook of the younger one's neck.
“I thought you didn’t want to hug me,” she confessed, making the other chuckle in disbelief.
“Inayos ko lang higa ko para hindi ka mahirapan.” Jhoanna explained while caressing her hair. “Ako pa ba ang tatanggi sa’yo? Aba! Minsan lang humingi ng yakap si Mikha Lim!” she followed with a hint of teasing.
“No Mikha Lim, please,” the older one murmured as relief started to wash through her system. The heaviness lifted, and breathing became easier.
“Nakatulog ka na?” the younger asked, her voice tender, afraid that she might break the older just like she almost did by her action a few moments ago.
She’s neither blind nor ignorant of the pain that crosses her lover’s face at what she did.
Mikha shook her head and mumbled, “Hindi ako makatulog,”
Jhoanna knew how vulnerable one could be without sleep, and Mikha, who was used to having little to no sleep, was not exempt from it.
She kissed Mikha’s forehead. “Okay, mamaya na lang kita pagagalitan,” and reached out for her blanket to cover them.
“Try to sleep na, bebe.” she mumbled and hugged the older tightly.
After a few minutes, Mikha’s breathing became slow and steady, her body relaxed, and soft snores could be heard.
Mikha’s finally sleeping, and it didn't take long until Jhoanna’s eyes became heavy, eventually following the older one in her slumber.
They both went to sleep. They were actually in it so deep they didn't even know that someone else who knows Jhoanna’s passcode went in and caught them in their hidden little world.
The intruder was holding a container of Sinigang na baboy when she saw that there were two people in the bed.
The container is placed gently on the table before going into the leader's bedroom.
And there she saw the two. All tangled up in the peace they had created for themselves.
“JhoMikha.” The person uttered and smiled before closing the blinds of the room as the sun was ready to beam in its full glory, which might wake up the pair.
She stepped out of the room, not forgetting to close the door of the bedroom before leaving her daughter’s unit.