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by your side - jimin

His arms were wrapped around your waist tightly as you both lied down. Even though he was close to you. You had missed the feeling of his love. The love where he would do anything just to be by your side. He would stay close with you wherever and protect you. Even if you would never be in danger, he was there, ready to strike.

Nowadays, Jimin always made sure he told you he loved you so you would never forget. Of course you'd say it back because you really did, but you weren't sure if he did anymore. You would hear the words come out of his mouth.

"I love you."

But you would never feel it. The passion that showed whenever you two started falling for each other is still evident but you don't feel his passion anymore. You understood Jimin has been going through a lot right now, but why couldn't he just talk to you about it. You would understand him. You were the one that always did.

You tossed and turned beside him on the bed, rustling the blanket and moving it around. Jimin was fast asleep by your side and was a light sleeper. You reached a suitable and comfortable position where Jimin's arms were around you and he was leaning on you a bit. His weight was squishing your arm under him. You moved about one more time.

"(y/n)," His soft, sleepy voice startled you. But you stayed silent. "Why do you keep trying to scoot away from me?"

"I j—"

You were interrupted by Jimin pulling you tighter against him. "I want you close to my body."

He pouted against your skin. You chuckle at his action. You change your thought about earlier. How could this mochi not love you when he was practically squeezing you two into one person?

Suddenly, you weren't sleepy anymore. Your hand worked itself into Jimin's hair. You rustled it around, trying to make it stick up. Sadly, it just fell against his head.

Jimin raised his arm and used his hand to grabbed your own to stop your hand from doing any more damage.

"(y/n)," He whined like a child. His eyes were still closed. "Stop I'm tired."

"Okay." You say, giggling at the tone of his voice.

He sounds annoyed. Mission accomplished. He let his arm down. A hand brush up against your chest and he instantly tenses. The corner of your lips tug up and you end up laughing silently.

"Did you j—"

Jimin interrupted you once more with a kiss on your cheek. His lips were silky and smooth.

"I love you, (y/n)." He promised, still half asleep.

"I love you, Jimin." You kissed his arm. The one that touched your boob.

In his voice was a clear overview of guilt for touching your boob accidentally. The fact that he pretended nothing happened humored you.

When he was being like this, it was hard to tell. You knew he loved you but passion never showed. Only at times would the passion show. Less passion is better than no passion, right?

Right now he was Jimin. Your Jimin. Your silly, stupid, boob-touching Jimin. He loved you. At least he said so. And you loved him.
Passion is passion. Love is love. And Jimin loved you. That was all you were grateful for.

His lips were pressed against your forehead as you both slept. His arms were still tightly clutched around your waist. Because he was close to you, you had understood his love. The love where he would do anything to be by your side. You knew he would always be there to protect you because as of right now, he was right by your side. He's been there all along.