He got beef

The Burger Cousin

I've been through hell and back.

Not that I planned on taking a trip there or anything, you know,  it just kind of happened. Unintentionally. 

I have literally delved into the armpits of Satan himself and launched myself back to earth, multiple times. You'd think you learn your lesson after one time. Yeah, well, you have no idea what I'm capable of. Or more like, what im not capable of. 

I've spent a weekend in a forest with 7 moronic idiots. I had my first unforgettable dungeons and dragons experience. Jesus Christ,  I've been to jail for fuck sake. I nearly died in a Dairy Queen's costume. I nearly died in an elevator. I nearly died in a Wendy's. I nearly died in Jungkook's car. Twice. I nearly died. But I didn't.

I survived.

And now I finally got to experience my own little slice of heaven.

"I missed you." he mumbled into my hair, nudging his face further up my shoulder as he tightened his hold on me. His breath was hot on my neck. Definitely a case of morning breath, but I didn't seem to care. 

The digital clock on my nightstand told me that it was already noon, sunshine brightly escaping through my curtains even though it was already mid-December, making it impossible for me to go back to sleep. That means I missed breakfast. I mean, I never miss breakfast. What am I doing with my life?

"I've been in jail for only one night, Jimin." I rolled my eyes at his dramatic ass but couldn't help to crack a smile nonetheless. I heard him hum softly behind me, wiggling his fingers that were clutching tightly onto my pajama top, softly drawing circles on the small of my back. 

"Yeah," he mewled softly, not moving from his spot and even daring to wrap his legs completely around my waist, resembling a koala clutching onto a tree. 

Wait, 

does that imply that I am the tree? Because that is not what this is. I'm the lead part in this story. Not Jimin. Just to make that clear. I'm not taking the side role of tree number 4 ever again. That was a traumatic experience I went through in 3rd grade and I'm not going to relive that anytime soon. 

Having Jimin wrapped around my body was kind of nice though.

Also, he was talking again.

"but I was really worried about you."

I let out a tiny yawn and shrugged lightly. "Jungkook was there too." That counted for something. Jungkook is buff as hell. He could become part of some recreational sumo-club if he wanted. I mean, that kid literally punched a hole in the wall yesterday. Apart from that, we were never in a dangerous situation in the first place. The fact that I live with an actual predatorial animal (read: William) is more dangerous in my opinion but obviously, Jimin was not going to address that issue. 

"That's part of why I was worried." I turned around in his grasp (which barely worked out since I was pretty much stuck in his death grip) to look at his face. His eyebrows were bunched together and he had a slight scowl on his face, his lower lip pushed outward in a small pout. Cute, but slightly worrisome. "I'm jealous, you know?"

DANG

That's the sound of an arrow going straight to my heart. But not in a bad way, more in a 'I'm so fucking shocked that someone actually likes me' way. I mean, Jimin being jealous is really freaking hot. I just established that.  It's a fact now. Write that down, children.

That reminds me of that talk we had a couple of days ago, or more like- that talk we were about to have before his mom decided to visit and things went incredibly wrong. Jungkook had a fucking snake down his pants and we all collectively had a stroke. That talk.