Let Go | BTS x Male

Ch 6

Okie dokie, sorry for the lack of updating, but I've been in a very tough spot lately. Not that it matters to any of you or like any of you really care. You're all here for the book.  Welp, onward then-

- Author-nim

Colby P.O.V

Everything was warm. I was warm, my blankets were warm, and the room itself was warm. Not the uncomfortable kind, though. The kind that lulls you back into sleep a few minutes after waking up; the kind that tends to keep my lazy ass in bed. 

I inhaled deeply, shifting my weight slightly and rubbing my eyes. The room was dimly lit, save for the curtains being open, a little sunlight streaming in. Which was odd, because I don't remember ever opening them last night. Yellow light washed over the room, giving it a comfortable glow. I sighed, relaxing my muscles. If only I could stay in here forever. 

Nope. I'm an idol. I have to get up and be productive eventually. If I don't accomplish at least something today, I'll feel even more like a failure and sink back into that really bad place again. I was almost there last night, but I pulled out of it luckily. 

I sighed, moving to sit up. I struggled a bit, I must have rolled in my sleep and wrapped my blankets around myself. My hands wandered down to my exposed waist, where my clothes had ridden up. I reached down, feeling for the edge of the blanket, but my hand touched something that did not  feel like fabric. 

"Oh shit." I whispered, my throat very hoarse. Everything from last night was coming back to me, the throbbing in my left wrist now confirming it. I squirmed a bit, wriggling around to lift as much as the blanket as I could. I removed it, and saw that what I had touched was a hand. Jin's hand. Which was wrapped around my bare torso. Holy living fuck. 

I swallowed, looking down to see that my legs were also tangled up in his, and his head was resting on my chest lightly. He didn't snore, which was probably why I didn't notice him right away, and his head was also covered. His dark brown hair ruffled as I breathed, close enough to smell him. Was that weird? Maybe. He smelled like lilac soap. 

Jin shifted downwards, his face was now resting on my stomach. He didn't seem to wake up, though. I turned about as red as a tomato. "Oh shit oh shit oh shit-" I tried not to panic, but was failing. My breathing sped up, and the comfortable warmth suddenly got very, very hot. Right as I was about to shake him or something, our door opened to reveal a groggy-looking Yoongi. His black hair stuck up everywhere, like he'd just woken up. 

"Hey..." he croaked, rubbing an eye.  He shuffled into the room, walking towards my bed. Once he was about three feet away, he stopped. His eyes widened as he froze up, and a few seconds later his face went cold.  

"Why are you wearing his.... you know what, I don't care. I just came to tell you that we all have a photo shoot today. Well, the seven of us do. I don't know and don't care what you do, but you're staying here. Just thought you'd want to know." he said, his voice sounding hostile. He glared at the two of us, his eyes lingering particularly on my stomach, where a couple of scars were showing.  But I don't think he noticed, because he was probably staring at Jin, whose shirt had somehow been discarded during the night.

Okay, that hurt. What, is he implying that I'm not really a member? 

He scoffed, turning away. He was almost to the door when I called out to him, tentatively. "Wait, hyung, what's the matter? Can you-" I tried to sit up, but failed. "can you please get Jin-hyung off of me? I'm kind of stuck." 

He glared at me. "You got yourself in this mess, you can get out of it."

I exhaled sharply, eyebrows furrowing. "Okay..... what did I do to make you so angry?" I asked, defensively.