YN rolled her eyes. "Surprise me? That's your excuse for just showing up?"
"Let me in, Muffin. It's raining out here," Jimin said, a playful glint in his eyes.
"Fine!" YN replied, exasperated. She opened her window, and Jimin jumped in, half drenched and grinning.
"Nice room you got here, Muffin," he commented, glancing around.
YN noticed his wet hair dripping and quickly handed him a towel. "Here, dry yourself off. I wasn't expecting you to show up like this."
Jimin took the towel with a smirk. "I wasn't expecting to see you like this either."
YN looked at herself in the mirror, still in her bathrobe. "Close your eyes, Jimin, and tell me why you came."
Just as he was about to respond, her mom called from outside, "Muffin, why are the lights still on in your room? Turn them off and go to sleep!"
Jimin whispered, "Is she your mom?"
"Shh!" YN quickly covered his mouth with her palm. "Yes, Mom! I'm sleeping now!" With her other hand, she turned off the lights.
"Good night, Muffin," her mom replied, fading away down the hallway.
YN turned back to Jimin, and with only a small bedside light illuminating the room, she didn't notice how close they had become. He was just staring at her, and suddenly, the air felt charged.
YN's POV: He looks more handsome with wet hair.
She removed her hand from his mouth and instinctively took a step back, but Jimin grabbed her hand, pulling her closer again.
"What are you doing to me, Muffin?" he asked, his gaze intense.
Heart racing and feeling shy, YN stammered, "Jimin... !"
But before she could pull away, Jimin fell back onto the bed, bringing her with him. YN found herself on top of him, their faces inches apart.
"Jimin... what are you doing?" she whispered, trying to regain her composure.
"Shhhhhh..." he said, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her head against his chest. "Just relax, Muffin."
"Jimin..." she tried again, her voice barely above a whisper, but the warmth of his embrace made her words falter.
"I'm here because I want to see you," he murmured.
The closeness was intoxicating. YN felt her cheeks flush as she looked up at him, her heart racing wildly in her chest. They lay there, caught in a moment that felt like it was suspended in time.
Jimin closed his eyes, and YN lifted her head, gazing at him. She poked his cheek with her finger and whispered, "Jimin."
"I am so cold, Muffin. Please stay like this," he said, his eyes still closed, voice soft and inviting.
YN nodded shyly. "Okay... but I have to wear a dress."
"You don't need a dress when you're with me," he replied, pulling her closer.
"Wha-what?" she stuttered, shocked by his boldness.
He drew her in even tighter, pressing a gentle kiss on her forehead. "Just let me sleep, Muffin."
YN melted against him, feeling the warmth radiating from his body. She smiled softly, resting her head against his chest as her heart danced with excitement. In that moment, everything felt perfect, and she knew she didn't want this to end.
As YN drifted into sleep, her steady breathing mingling with the soft patter of rain against the window, Jimin couldn't take his eyes off her. She looked so peaceful, so trusting, as she lay curled up against him. His arm was wrapped around her protectively, her head resting on his chest. Her small hand gripped his shirt at the collar, her fingers forming a tiny fist as if she was afraid he might disappear.
Careful not to disturb her, Jimin shifted slightly and reached for the blanket. The cool night air had made her shiver, and it tugged at something deep inside him to see her cold. Gently, he pulled the blanket up, draping it over them both, and as soon as the warmth enveloped her, YN instinctively snuggled closer, seeking more of his heat.
A soft smile touched his lips as he gazed down at her. He lifted her delicate hand to his lips and pressed a tender kiss to her small fist, lingering there for a moment, savouring the simple, sweet contact.
Jimin's POV:
How did we end up like this? I never thought I'd be lying here, holding her like this. She's so close, and the way she's gripping my shirt... does she even know what she's doing to me?
His eyes drifted over her sleeping face, tracing the soft curve of her cheek, the flutter of her eyelashes, and then, that tiny mole just beneath her lip-the one that had been taunting him since the moment he noticed it. His breath hitched slightly as he stared at it, the pull almost too strong to resist.
Jimin pov:
Should I kiss it? I shouldn't... not without her knowing. Not without her permission. But God, it's hard to stop myself.
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