He lifted an eyebrow at my response, surprised that I would actually listen. He then got closer to me, holding my gaze, and lifted his hand to hold the back of my head carefully. He whispered into my ear, feeling his warm breath melt my neck "You wo...
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I got up from the pillow after the stressing dream that haunted me ever since I fell asleep. Jimin's voice echoed in my head and his eyes couldn't seem to get erased from my sight. I rubbed my eyes quickly before realising the sun already rose. Please don't be 6am. I spoke to myself as I prayed I wouldn't be among the first ones to wake up, again.
The clock has just ticked 9 in the morning as I glanced at it. Thank God. Without giving much thought to it, I got up and rushed towards the door. I needed a coffee right then, maybe two. Falling asleep or thinking about last night, or last night's dream was not something I wished to do.
I believe I looked terrible walking out of my room. Surprisingly it was very, very quiet. As my head pops into the living room, there was no one there, only one figure in the kitchen. I walked towards the door frame and before I reached it, Hoseok and Jungkook were leaving out of there.
"Damn the hell happened to you?" Hoseok said.
"Bad dream?" Jungkook added.
"Don't mention it." I said to him. "Move, I need coffee." I said as I made my way in between them, rushing to the coffee that they already made.
I sipped a bit from the coffee as I was sitting on one of the tall chairs we have there. I was not about to sleep ever again after what my mind could create the night before.
My eyes shut close as I realised someone has entered the kitchen. I was not ready to face whoever that is, hoping they wouldn't be Jimin.
"Morning, sunshine." I sighed recognizing the unbearable voice.
"Please don't speak." I told Jimin as I pointed my palm at him.
"Rough night I'm guessing," he says adding coffee to his cup. "I understand."
I didn't say anything else, then we were both sitting sipping from our cups of coffee. I couldn't bare to get my eyes to look at him, as my mind would automatically replay my dream all over again.
"Shit," Jimin says rubbing his eyes. "I hate dreams." he adds.
"I feel you." I said, eyes wide opened, taking another sip.
"Mind sharing?" he said as he slightly laughed.
"I'd rather not." I said.
There was then a silence that was often filled with Jimin's silent chuckles as he would remember who knows what. "I had a dream of you." He finally spoke.
It made me visibly blush and gulp silently. My eyes fell onto his in that moment and he didn't seem to bear looking at me for some reason. "What were we doing?" The fuck did I ask ??
He chuckled. "Rather not expose that."
"Yeah, I understand, sorry."
"Would you mind giving me a spoiler of your dream that apparently - ruined you?"
