"You're naked?" He nods....
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"And, y-you came from the sky?" He nods again.
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You stand up putting a hand against your forehead. "This must be a dream".
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He then raise his hand and points at you... "Me?"
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"I came for you."
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"Y/N listen to this!" Jimin inserts one of the earbuds that connects to his small MP3 player into your ear and plays a song. "Isn't it beautiful?" He has been asking the same question for the past hour while you both sit side by side on your bed.
Ever since he found your old MP3 a few days ago, under your bed, he hasn't put it down for a second. You're glad that he got something to do while you're at school and work. Though the cycle of songs is limited Jimin doesn't rest until he makes you listen to all of them each night.
"It's wonderful, Chim." You reply with a smile. "But aren't you tired? You should get some sleep now."
"I'll wait until you sleep," he says simply.
Sighing, you shut your laptop and move it to sit on your nightstand. "Alright, let's go to bed then."
With a smile and a hum, Jimin switches to the next song to preview a slow melody by a popular artist. "One more song?"
Nodding your head lightly, you move with Jimin as he rests his head on your pillow instead of leaning up against the headboard of your bed. You shut your eyes momentarily, the music entering your one ear and draining out all the other sounds around, and fall asleep.
JIMIN'S POV:
Turning his head on the fully occupied pillow they share, Jimin looks at Y/N.
The way her chest rises and falls rhythmically, her eyes are shut, and her lips are slightly parted in the centre, which clearly shows that she's fallen asleep. One of the earbuds is still in her ear as the other remains in his own, the small cord connecting them.
Tonight she looks peaceful, he thinks while observing the way her eyes under her closed eyelids don't move as much as they usually do, her eyebrows aren't creased, and her face isn't frowning.
Turning off the small player once the song ends, he takes out the bud that was in her
ear before removing his own. He turns on his side, completely facing her now.
"So pretty," he whispers out loud. He reaches up briefly to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, then moves down to hold her hand, rubbing his thumb over the softness of her warm skin.
Closing his eyes, he moves closer to her, still holding her hand. Then he starts to hum a melody.
A melody that is different from any of the songs he was listening to on the small box, but somehow it comes so naturally from him when he holds her hand this way.
Y/N'S POV:
"I made a song for you, Y/N," Jimin says happily when you walk into the room after coming home from work the next day.
