Your Lover's Hair

7. january twenty second (p. 2)

"Crashing in here again?" I asked as unenthused as I possibly could have.

"Yeah," Jimin smiled from my doorway, in his white t-shirt that went past his boxers.

"Where's kitty?"

"My room," he yawned, moseying to my bedside and belly-flopping onto it and me, "I left my door open for him though."

"And mine, apparently," I said, gesturing toward my door that sat ajar.

"It's not like anyone lives here but us," he said, "An open door doesn't even make a difference when we're in the same room," he said, sitting up criss-crossed at the foot of my bed, "What's there to have privacy from?"

"I haven't thought of it that way," I said, without looking up from my PC's screen.

"Have I ever told you how fit you are?" Jimin asked abruptly.

"Uh," I coughed, "Only when you're drunk," I laughed.

"Well, you are," Jimin said, wiggling up the bed's length and sitting beside me, "I can't believe you don't have a gym membership," he added, gripping my bicep as I blushed.

"I need to write this paper," I whined.

"What's it abou...t?" he cooed.

"Japanese woodblock prints of the Edo period," I replied, "It's for art history..." I cooed, mimicking him.

"You're so smart," he smiled, flopping his face into the base of my neck, "I've never been around smart people this frequently before."

"Yoongi wasn't smart?"

"He was smart, but I never got to see him being smart. He wouldn't let me around when he was doing work," he said. With every word I felt his lips hit my neck's crook. I was getting goosebumps.

"You're probably the first person I've let around when I was working," I mentioned.

"Oh," he said, "So do you want me to leave?"

"No," I said flatly, "I like your company. It's better with you around." Those last words fell out of my mouth before I could stop them, and when I turned to face Jimin who shot up, his face was beaming.

"You like my company?" Jimin asked, "I've always felt like such a nuisance to you!"

"You are sometimes, of course," I drew back, as Jimin's expression went cold, "But I like you a lot, so it's worth the annoyances."

"That's the kindest insult I've ever heard," he said, leaning back against my shoulder.

It was quiet for a long time while Jimin hummed to the drone of my clicking keyboard and somehow managed to get underneath my covers. His legs were tangled with mine and he was struggling to get comfortable. In that moment I said just about the boldest thing I've ever said to someone I wasn't formally dating.
I put my laptop on the floor for just a moment, and I said,

"You can get more comfortable if you want. Like, I can type around you."

And his eyes went wide and within a second I was sitting up against my headboard and he was sat in between my legs with his head against my chest. My laptop was in his lap, and I was typing, and he fell asleep, and I could feel his every breath.
This was a feeling I could get used to.