BTS Imagines

Jimin - Good Morning

«fluff»

Was a peaceful weekend to sleep in really so much to ask for? Apparently with Park Jimin: yes. The sun hung low over the horizon, its first rays peeking through the layers of your white curtains. The atmosphere was so nice, and you were just so warm. Surely you could allow yourself a few more minutes to relax and laze around. Faintly, a dull 'honey wake up' lulled in your ear, but it was lost in your state of hazy sleep. You sighed into your sheets.

Suddenly a yell pierced the stillness of the apartment, loud and urgent. You jolted upright, your heart beating wildly in fright. Bewildered, your eyes darted around as you squinted in the new light.

"Hehehe," came a quiet laugh.

Your blurry vision focused on the man standing in the middle of the room with a self satisfied, cheeky grin.

"So you woke up," he smiled.

You leveled him with a venomous glare, and your head began to pound. It was partially the after-effects of that rude awakening, but it was also partly you summoning the will not to kill him here and now.

That boy had better be ready to fight.

"Park. Ji. Min," you rasped as you ground out each syllable. With a gravely throat, wild hair, and eyes that could barely stay open, it was unclear whether you looked more comical or threatening. One thing was for sure: you were a mess. Jimin's grin dropped. His eyebrows rose, and his eyes widened slightly; with his tousled hair and loose-fitting pajamas, you'd have thought he was cute in any other situation. Right now though, he was dead. So dead.

"Aw don't be like that," Jimin coaxed playfully as he shuffled over to where you sat on the bed. He laid himself on top of your covered legs and wrapped his toned arms around your torso, burying his face into your stomach. After a moment with no reaction, he looked up, but his pout was met with a scowl. Blowing out an annoyed huff, you moved to get up, only to have Jimin tighten his hold on your waist and press his face into your shirt again.

"I won't let go until you aren't mad anymore."

"Jimin!" You yelled. Really, you weren't usually so terrible in the morning. It's just that after the way you woke up and the fact that you'd gone to sleep late, you weren't doing so hot. Especially un-caffeinated. Granted, perhaps it wasn't smart to spend a month dicking around online. And maybe you shouldn't have waited until the night before to finish that art project. But would that ever change? Probably not.

After much effort, you wrestled your legs out from under him, untangled yourself from the blankets, and stumbled onto the floor at your bedside. Jimin's giggling only frustrated you more. Then you straightened up and strode to the kitchen— to the coffee machine— with Jimin trailing behind like a duckling.

"Baby~" he whined the whole way. While you stood by the machine and rested your hip against the counter, his arms found their way around your waist once more. "Baby," he tried again as he pulled you closer. Your back was pressed tightly against his chest, and the heat from his body seeped into your skin. When he rested his chin on your shoulder and sighed into your neck, your heart stuttered, and your toes curled.

"Jimin," you called rather than yelled this time, but the boy in question only shook his head against you. His hair tickled your neck and jaw; his breath continued to shoot electric tingles through your body.

His muscled arms tightened like a steel band to hold you in place. He used himself to pin you against the counter, and with his lips ghosting over your skin, he muttered: "Not until you're not mad anymore."

Your anger had actually left you already, but if acting like you were still upset got you more of this attention, then damn, you'd be cranky all day.

Crossing your arms over your chest, you huffed and stared hard at the coffee dripping into the glass pot. You had to bite your cheek and resist a smile when Jimin groaned, but then his lips grazed over your neck as he gave you sweet, lingering kisses.

"I'm sorry," he murmured. You continued to bite your cheek and hold your breath, and you knew he could feel how stiff you were against him. As a result, the only sounds in the kitchen were the sputtering coffee machine, the soft smack of each tender kiss, and your wild heartbeat. One hand moved to your hip while the other stayed secure at your waist. His hand crept up beneath the hem of your shirt, yet he continued his ministrations innocently.

"Jimin, what do you think you're—"

You were cut off by a surprised squeak as his cold fingers touched your stomach. Jimin laughed and gave you one last peck before releasing you and jumping back to avoid the elbow you almost jabbed into him. You whirled around but ended up stopping short.

He was giving that smile that made eyes nearly squint shut. He still hadn't fixed his hair from when he woke up, and the light from the morning sun shone around him in a halo. He stepped forward again and pressed a quick peck on your lips. Bowing your head in embarrassment, you couldn't help thinking to your self:

"He'll be the death of me."
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inspired by this vine lmao:
https://vine.co/v/OPiIAHUiUxV

I'VE NEVER WRITTEN SOMETHING LIKE THIS BEFORE. ITS SO EW.
(It was going be like 20% cuter, but I couldn't write it. I just. I can't.)

So anyway, WHO's READY FOR SOME ANGST!!