𝑬𝑵𝑺𝑵𝑨𝑹𝑬𝑫 | JUNGKOOK

40. Mine

Alba's POV

You froze for a moment, surprised by the unexpected contact. Jimin's hand was soft but insistent, his grip loose but firm. He tugged weakly at your wrist, trying to keep you close.

His words were more like a groggy, disjointed plea than a coherent request. He looked up at you with half-lidded eyes, his expression pleading. "Don't leave... sleep with me...hoodie monster."

You could sense the vulnerability in his voice, the underlying hint of loneliness and the need for comfort. Despite everything, Jimin's words tugged at your heartstrings. You knew he was drunk and not fully aware of what he was saying, but there was something almost innocent about his request. You considered the situation for a moment, your mind conflicted between responsibility and the desire to comfort him.

As you removed your hoodie and shoes, Jimin watched you through hazy eyes, a small smile on his face. You felt a bit self-conscious, realizing you were now in Jimin's oversized clothes. They were comfortable, but it felt strange wearing another man's clothing.

He suddenly reached out and grabbed your hand again, pulling you closer to the bed. He gently tugged you towards him, his grip surprisingly strong despite his inebriated state. "Come here." he mumbled, his voice thick with sleep and desire.

You relented, allowing Jimin to pull you closer. You perched on the edge of the bed, hesitant to get any closer despite his insistence. You could feel the warmth radiating off his body, the familiar scent of his cologne surrounding you.

He seemed to be satisfied with your proximity for the moment. He let out a content sigh and closed his eyes, his hand still loosely holding onto your wrist. It was almost as if he was reassuring himself that you were still there, that you weren't going to leave him alone.

As you sat there, you couldn't help but feel a mixture of emotions. Jimin's clinginess was both adorable and frustrating. He was like a needy child, unwilling to let you go even in his drunken state.

You glanced down at his face, his features relaxed and soft in his drowsy state. He looked vulnerable, almost childlike. It was challenging not to be charmed by his puppy-like neediness, even though you knew he was too drunk to fully understand what he was doing.

He tugged gently at your arm again, motioning for you to lie beside him. He shifted, making space for you on the bed, looking up with half-lidded eyes, silently urging you to join him.

You hesitated, unsure if it was wise to get too close. But Jimin's soft whine, his pleading voice, made it clear he wasn't going to let you go easily. "Come on, lie down with me," he mumbled, his words slurring together. "I want you close."

With a sigh, you gave in, knowing there was no point in resisting. As you lay down beside him, Jimin wasted no time in pulling you closer. His arm encircled your waist, drawing you firmly against his chest. The heat of his body was intense, his breath warm against your neck as he nuzzled into the crook of it.

 On one hand, there was a sense of security and comfort in being held by Jimin like this. His arms felt strong and protective, his chest solid and reassuring against your back. On the other hand, you knew this was not a conscious decision on his part. He was drunk and only seeking your presence because he was inebriated and vulnerable.

Jimin's body molded against yours as he pressed himself closer, his legs tangled with yours. It was as if he was trying to merge the two of you into one being, unwilling to leave any space between you. His hand gently traced patterns on your stomach, his touch soft yet possessive.

His hand wandered from your stomach to your chest, the touch sending a shiver through your body as his fingers gently explored your chest, tracing lazy circles through the fabric of the shirt he had given you.