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Y/N's POV
As I watched Jimin toss and turn in his hospital bed, I couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt gnawing at my conscience. Sure, he had been the cause of all this chaos, with his misguided attempts to play detective and his reckless accusations. But as I saw him struggling to find sleep amidst the cacophony of sounds in our shared room, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of sympathy for him.
With a sigh, I reached over and turned off the music that had been blaring from my phone, filling the room with a sudden and blessed silence. "Oh, thank god," Jimin mumbled, his voice heavy with exhaustion as he finally began to drift off to sleep.
As I sat there in the quiet darkness, the weight of everything that had transpired over the past few days began to sink in. Jimin's actions had potentially jeopardized my debut, putting everything I had worked so hard for in jeopardy. And yet, despite everything, he was still a person—a flawed and fallible human being, just like me.
And as much as I wanted to be angry with him for all the trouble he had caused, I couldn't shake the nagging feeling of empathy that tugged at my heartstrings. After all, we were both just young people trying to navigate our way through the complexities of life, each stumbling and making mistakes along the way.
With a heavy heart, I opened my book and began to read, hoping to distract myself from the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside me. But no matter how hard I tried to focus on the words on the page, I couldn't shake the feeling of unease that lingered in the air.
In the end, all I could do was hope that Jimin would find peace in his sleep, and that maybe, just maybe, we could find a way to move past this and start fresh once our time in the hospital was finally over. But for now, all I could do was wait, and hope for the best.
I twisted my head to look at Jimin, his blanket in a weird jumbled mess at his feet. I stood up, hesitantly, unsure of whether what I was about to do would be...the right thing.
As I leaned in closer to tuck Jimin in, a small smile tugged at the corners of my lips as I admired his peaceful expression in sleep. Despite all the chaos and frustration that had defined our interactions over the past few days, there was something undeniably captivating about him—the way his features softened in repose, the faint hint of a smile playing on his lips.
"He's just as good-looking in real life as he is in pictures," I mumbled to myself, unable to tear my eyes away from his face. The soft red hue of his hair seemed to glow in the dim light of the hospital room, casting a warm and inviting aura around him.
But before I could dwell too long on my fleeting thoughts, Jimin's eyes fluttered open, catching me off guard as I found myself mere centimeters away from his face. "What are you doing?" he whispered, his warm breath washing over my lips, sending shivers down my spine.
I stumbled backward in surprise, my heart pounding in my chest as I struggled to find the right words. "Just...admiring the view," I rasped out, my cheeks flushing with embarrassment as I quickly retreated to the safety of my own bed, pulling the covers tightly around me and turning my back to him.
As I lay there in the darkness, my mind raced with a flurry of emotions and thoughts. What had just happened? Had I really just confessed to admiring Jimin's appearance while he slept? And why did his proximity have such a profound effect on me, stirring up feelings I had never dared to acknowledge before?
With a heavy sigh, I opened my book trying to find solace in the manga, I was reading.
"Y/N..." Jimin's voice broke through the silence, but I pretended not to hear him, focusing instead on flipping through the pages of my book.
"Honey eyes," he called out again, his tone teasing.
I hummed in response, refusing to dignify his playful nickname with a reaction.
"Enjoying the view, were we?" he continued, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
I rolled my eyes, fighting the urge to smirk. "Oh, absolutely," I replied dryly, not bothering to look up from my book. "It's not every day I get to admire the sight of a grown man drooling in his sleep."
Jimin chuckled softly, and I could practically feel his playful smirk even without looking at him. "Hey, I'll have you know that drooling is a sign of deep sleep, thank you very much."
"Ah, so you're just a really deep sleeper then?" I quipped, unable to resist the opportunity to tease him back.
"Exactly," he replied, his tone light and playful. "And here I thought you were just admiring my flawless complexion."
I scoffed, finally lifting my gaze to meet his. "Please, Jimin, your ego is big enough as it is. I wouldn't want to add to it."
He feigned offense, placing a hand over his heart in mock hurt. "Ouch, right in the ego," he joked, his eyes twinkling with amusement.
"Now, shut up. I need to sleep." I hushed falling asleep. "Good night, honey eyes. Don't let the bedbugs bite~." He sung.
"I hope they devour you." I retorted. I was not letting him have the last word.
