Regular Love | #yoonmin

7

Apparently the couch was not okay, since Jimin wakes up to the utterly adorable and heart attack inducing sight of the dancer laying next to him in bed when he wakes up in the morning. Shit, that guy is gorgeous, even when he's sleeping with a scrunched up cheek and slightly agape mouth.

But what the hell should Jimin do now?

He should probably wake the man up and scold him for sneaking into his freaking bed without asking, since that is a pretty brazen and inappropriate move, but he doesn't want to wake him up. He wants to look at him for a little while longer so his heart can calm down—although, it's more likely his heart will only burn up more by staring at him. He can't even relax his tensed up muscles, not moving an inch.

God, he's... He's beautiful beyond words.

But he's a jerk.

Yeah, he's a total jerk. A stubborn jerk who doesn't appreciate help. A rude manipulator who only used Jimin for his first aid skills and a place to crash. That's what he is.

But he's soft.

He's a little baby who whined when Jimin pressed too hard as he put the bandaid on his cheekbone. A mopey baby who complained about the couch being uncomfortable when he laid down under the blanket Jimin gave him.

So uncomfortable, apparently, that he had to sneak into Jimin's bedroom and into his freaking bed, so he could sleep and look like a full blown angel with messy, mint coloured hair which Jimin would really like to run his fingers through.

Why is this man so unpredictable and confusing? And why doesn't that turn Jimin off? He should be appalled, he never should've taken him home and he definitely never should've offered him to stay. Who does that? This man is still a total stranger who has pissed someone off badly enough to the point of getting hit in the face.

He's not blaming Suga for that monster's aggression, not at all, but still... Jimin should be way more careful with who he lets into his home. He could have stolen something and snuck out while Jimin was asleep, or worse.

But he didn't. He's still here, looking like the most endearing little thing, breathing so calmly with his gauze covered fists laying motionless in front of him. Was he truly scared to go home? Jimin's heart quietly breaks at the thought, his eyes gliding over the bruise on the dancer's cheekbone.

As if he hadn't been asleep at all, Suga smacks his lips closed and opens his eyes, gazing right back at Jimin; and Jimin should really say something, but his mind is all empty and fluffy and soft and panicky and he's frozen and what the hell is he supposed to say to an angel who snuck into his bed?

And then they just blink at each other, still and attentively, yet Jimin isn't entirely sure he's actually seeing clearly. There's a puffy pink cloud in the room which takes up all the space and all the silent sounds, muffling anything outside of the shared bed.

Until something inside Jimin wakes up, having him shooting up and looking down at the sleepy dancer as sternly as possible. "W-what are you doing here?! This is my bed!"

Suga's expression shifts, a quick smile flashing over his chapped lips before he yawns and stretches his hands above his head. "Told you," he mumbles casually, sitting up and ruffling his hair on the top of his head, "your couch is uncomfortable."

Jimin scoffs, looking the man up and down and becoming even more aware of how they're sharing a blanket. "Y-you can't just enter my bedroom in the middle of the night and crawl under the blanket with me! I don't even know you!"

"It was you who said I'm not just someone random, remember? And you offered me to stay, so," Suga patronises, as if it's all so completely obvious and normal, like any regular night.