Your Lover's Hair

9. february twenty first

"Taehyung—" Jimin shivered, with paper grocery bags in his arms, "It's so cold! Hurry!"

"I can't find the house keys!" I said, as snowflakes began to fall harder and I fumbled with my car keys, "I don't know what to do!"

"Well, is anyone else home?" Jimin pandered.

"It's February vacation! Of course not. In fact, both of the other tenants asked me to water their plants while they were gone!"

"Then where are we supposed to sleep!" Jimin shouted, gesturing to the moon and stars.

"I had my car battery changed last month, so worst comes to worst, we crash in the car tonight," I said, as Jimin's eyes went wide.

"How are we supposed to fit in your beat up station wagon?" Jimin groaned, "With the groceries?"

"I have a duvet in the trunk that I was planning to donate. I'll fold down the backseats, and blast the heater. It will be fine." I insisted as Jimin rolled his eyes, puting the grocery bags into the passengers seat through the opened window.

"And what about tomorrow morning? And our cat?!" he shouted.

"The cat eats like a king, and he has plenty of dry food in his bowl. In the morning I'll climb up the back wall or something—but it's too dark to get back there now," I explained as calmly as I could, as he was driving me insane.

"Do you have radio in your car?"

"What?" I asked, shocked by the abruptness of the question.

"Like a radio, for music," he repeated, dumbfounded.

"Yeah. It doesn't work," I laughed, "That's why we always just listen to CD's in there, remember?"

"Are they mixed CD's or something?"

"Yeah, usually. I have regular ones too," I giggled, "I'll go start the car. You can come, if you want!"

"I want!" he exclaimed, shivering and running to the car's trunk door.

♂

As Jimin stretched our duvet across the back of the car, and folded our joggers into pillows, I sat in the front seat of the car and selected our music for the night.

"How do you feel about Biggie?" I asked, flipping non-attentively through my CD case.

"Fantastic, but that's not exactly a lullaby," he chuckled, sitting on top of the green blanket.

"What about The Weeknd's album? Soft enough?"

"Soft anything sounds amazing right now. Soft and warm especially. It's freezing," Jimin insisted, his teeth chattering.

"I'll be back there in a second," I reassured, clicking the CD into the player and hopping out back with Jimin.

I got underneath the duvet first, and the backs of the seats were extremely hard.
"I'll admit, this isn't the most comfortable..." I sighed.

"Well," Jimin said, shimmying beside me and resting his face in the same crook of my neck as before, "Let's make it more comfortable, then," he mumbled, kissing the base of my neck, "Okay?"

♂

February 21st

Dearest,
It was amazing. The way he smelt, the way his hands felt all over me, the way his hair felt between my fingers. All of it. Sure, we didn't...you know. But, we did make out. A lot. And it was the best night of my life.
I haven't stopped thinking about it. It's ruining me. In the shower, in class, in my own bed, in his bed, at dinner with his friends. Jesus. I'm trying not to get too graphic, but I think we all know what happens when I think about it.
Context clues.
Oh yeah, and we did get back into the house in the morning.

Yours, Taehyung.