Your Lover's Hair

2. december thirteenth

It was a windy and snowing Tuesday night. Jimin had classes tomorrow, obviously. But, he seemed to have lost interest in school and hobbies—at least for as long as I'd known him.

"I juth don't understhand what I did wrong," Jimin slurred, stumbling onto the couch and sitting beside me, his head now in my lap and his feet dangling off of the sofa.

"Neither do I," I mumbled monotonously. Jimin and I had this conversation at least once a week—whenever he got a drink in him.

"Ith juth tho fucked up," he scorned to the ceiling, clenching his fist.
"I wath thuch a good boyfriend, and thith ith the thankth I get?!"

I was beginning to chuckle subconsciously, as Jimin spun around, looking at me angrily.

"Ith not funny!" he shouted.

"Well I'm thorry!" I mocked for my own amusement as Jimin sat up to resume pouting.

"Heth jutht walking around, posting picturth with hith new boyfriend Hotheok... I hate them both," Jimin whined.

"What happened to being able to live with or without him? What happened to him being a douchebag?"

"He wath MY DOUTHBAG!" Jimin shouted, causing me to nearly keel over in sidesplitting laughter.
"YOU'RE SUTH A DICKHEAD KIM THAEHYUNG!"

"I'm sorry!" I laughed, unconsciously putting a hand on Jimin's thigh before snapping it back quickly, "You just sound ridiculous when you're drunk."

"I am not thrunk!" Jimin scolded, pointing a finger in my face, "Mithter."

"You're a riot, have I ever told you that?"

"Thcrew you..."

"Okay, okay. I'll stop," I subsided as Jimin sighed peacefully, kicking off the shoes he had yet to remove from his trip to the bar.
"Let me help you get to bed," I requested, "You have early classes tomorrow. I can drive you in."

"You're tho nith to me," Jimin smiled with slowly shutting eyes, "I love you."

"Thanks, 'Mithter,'" I teased, solely because I knew he'd forget all of this in the morning.

"Carry me pleath?" Jimin asked as if he were five years old, holding out his arms with his hands tucked away in his jumper sleeves.

"Finee..." I groaned jokingly, scooping Jimin up bridal style and running (probably too quickly) to his bedroom to put him down as he giggled, faking scared and "demanding" to be put down.

"Now, thuck me in," he requested—as I so visibly rolled my eyes (to his annoyance), pulling his blanket up past his chin.

"And now, you sthould get in."

"In your dreamth," I mumbled.

"Pleath."

"I'm your roommate, noth your mother."

"Justh thith onth?" he whined for the seventh time since we first met.

"I canth sthand you," I groaned mockingly, pulling down his covers again, and shimmying into the slim-to-no room he left for me, for the seventh time since we first met.

"You're hanthsome when you're mad ath me," Jimin cooed, curling his head into the crook of my neck, "If only Yoongi wath thith hanthome when he wath mad ath me."

"I'm not mad at you," I reassured as I felt Jimin's fingertips creeping onto my thigh—for the seventh time since we first met.
"Don't touch me," I groaned as Jimin giggled like a schoolgirl and I swiped his hand away from my crotch.
"You have no idea what you're getting yourself into," I mumbled half-annoyedly, as he tried to force his hands up my shirt and climb on top of me.

♂

December 13th,

Dearest,

I had to tuck him in again, which is codeword for, "I had to lay in a bed with my near-stranger of a roommate and keep his hands away from my dick until he fell asleep."
This is tiring, but I don't mind too much. Once he lays in bed and is totally settled down, he falls apart like a bundle of ribbons. He's like putty in my hands. I kind of like it. Maybe it's just when he's drunk, as I've never laid up with him sober, but I enjoy the company of having a roommate—regardless of how many times (seven) that he has tried to give me a 'handy' without me knowing. You always know when someone is trying to touch your dick. I don't know how he thinks he can surprise me with something like that. Like dude, I can feel your hand.

Yours, Taehyung