I had a peaceful sleep. I surprisingly felt relieved. I didn't have any nightmares about Jared. Every breakup led me to weeks of nightmares of the way we ended our relationship. Yesterday was a painful day. And disturbing when I saw Jimin at the convenience store doing....ugh....
But what happened last night? I couldn't remember everything in detail. I vaguely remembered Jimin barging into my house....or did I let him in?
Jimin, my closest friend.....he made me cry. I haven't seen him in so long. He just left me...abandoned...at least that's what it felt like....
It took me a few minutes to realize that my hands were intertwined with....Jimin's. CRAP.
His arms were tightly wrapped around me and his head snuggled against my neck....I could feel his shallow breath against my neck. DOUBLE CRAP.
What the actual fuck.....I'm not his pillow.
I didn't want to wake him up. My face was heating up and this was so awkward. We always slept together...literally sleep...in the past. It never felt weird...
What a great way to start the morning. *eye roll*
It was a struggle but I managed to get his hands off of me and slowly slid towards the right so his head could gently rest against my pillow. He was already in my personal space.
Whogave him the right to sleep on my bed?
I slowly got up out of bed and quietly walked to the bathroom. With a sigh, I took my toothbrush and toothpaste. Ugh..my breath still wreaked of alcohol. I began to brush my teeth when I heard a knock and the door swung open.
What the hell!!
He ruffled his hair in confusion.
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I turned to see Jimin and he looked oddly...attractive. His hair was a slight mess and his shirt was crumpled, some of his buttons were undone.
Did he plan to strip but changed his mind!?
I blinked in shock.
"What the Hell Jimin Oppa! Get out!" He briskly went behind me and wrapped his arms around my waste tightly, giving me a back hug.
My heart skipped a couple beats. Omg what was wrong with me. He rested his head on my shoulder and looked at me in the mirror.
With a smile, he said, "Morning Ria. Or should I call you Mia?"
Mia was another nickname of mine. He only called me that. He still remembered. A wave of happiness went through me. Wait...what am I doing.... I shrugged him off my shoulder but he firmly held onto his grip around my waste. Ugh.
"No I prefer Ria thank you very much. I need priv---" he cut me off
"but there was no such thing as privacy when we were young. We shared bathrooms all the time. In fact, I think we even showered at----"
"Jimin! LEAVE!" That was a total lie (showering part) "No." He dully said and he stuck his tongue at me. Wow...he still does that...it always pissed me off.
He finally let go of me and pulled one of my drawers. There was an extra tooth brush. He ripped open the package in one try and pulled out the perfectly brand new tooth brush. Ugh that's mine. He took the toothpaste, put a perfectly smooth paste and began to brush his teeth as well...
I caught him wink at me and it took me by surprise. I looked away and bent down to spit out the paste. My ass made slight contact with his dick area. He quickly stepped to the side.
I was emotionless but I was truly screaming on the inside. I was rinsing my mouth when I felt a slight push to move out of the way.
Jimin spit his paste and it kinda grossed me out. I wiped my mouth with my towel and Jimin copied me, using MY towel.
Out of nowhere he grabbed my face and pulled it close to his. I've never been this close to him. I couldn't look anywhere but his eyes.
He quietly said, "we even changed in the same room. At the same time."
His breath smelled like fresh mint. "But now"....there was a pause..."I'll give you your privacy." With a quick peck on the forehead he left the bathroom, leaving me alone once again. I had to catch my breath.
What just happened.
--------- After I changed, I went to the kitchen, being welcomed into a wonderful smell of bacon, fried potatoes and scrambled eggs. Since when did Jimin learn to cook? And how did he know where everything was?
I sat on the stool and watched him make the eggs. He looked up and smiled. He put salt, pepper and started to mix it with the eggs.
With a smirk, he asked, "Are you impressed?" I was half focused and mumbled, "Mhm?"
"I"m cooking for you. Are you impressed?" His eyes were dark with curiosity. They felt like they were burning through me. Did he just ask that?
After a good 30 s of deciding what to say, I finally spoke up: "Yeah whatever. Thanks for cooking" - deep down, I may have felt a little happy. I wasn't in the mood to cook.
Jimin didn't expect that response, he rolled his eyes and went back to cooking.
I stretched again and yawned loudly. I caught him smiling.
"What's so funny?" I asked.
"Nothing." He tried to hold in his smile.
"Just say it."
"You turned out well." He was busy cooking that he didn't look up.
My eyes were in disbelief.
"What do you mean, I turned out well!?"
"That's exactly what I meant." He finally looked at me. His eyes sparked. Did I look that good?
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"Here." He cleared his throat. Jimin took a plate, put the fresh eggs, potatoes and bacon and slid it towards me. He pulled up the stool beside me with his plate and we ate in silence...
