Close to Heaven

Lunchtime

Mi Sun's POV

Young Forever was a beautiful song. Their voices were so powerful. When the lyrics reached the chorus, I knew what Jimin must think. That I didn't want to hear it. But I did. I placed a hand on his phone as he reached for it to change the song. "No, it's beautiful," I said, smiling and closing my eyes. 

Without opening them, I knew Jimin was smiling. His presence made me feel warm and happy inside, as though he was an angel. The angel from my dream. I felt safe with him. 

When the song ended, I asked if there was more. "Plenty," was his response. 

As the songs continued, I cautiously opened my eyes and looked at Jimin. I knew I couldn't start liking someone at a time like this, but I felt a pull towards him.

His face was calm, his eyes closed. His golden hair was in waves, just like my dream. He was beautiful, and something I could never have. After about half an hour of listening to music, Jimin slumped in his chair. 

He had fallen asleep. In his slumber, he looked even more beautiful if that was possible. Suddenly he snapped awake. Mumbling in his sleepy state, he blinked and then gasped. "Oh my God, I'm so sorry. It's my first day and I'm falling asleep," he exclaimed apologetically. 

"It's okay, is being in your group tiring?" I inquired. "Yes, we have very many rehearsals and lots of meetings." He looked at me and quickly added, "but I'm sure it's nothing compared to how tired you must be." "I guess," was all I said. To be honest, I didn't feel too tired at the moment, only contented.

"Mi Na said I would be taking care of your meals, is that okay with you?" Jimin said. "Yeah, I have a little kitchen over there," I nodded my head towards a closed door on the right. 

He nodded. "It's getting to be about lunch time, would you like anything to eat?" Jimin asked. I suddenly realized that I was hungry. I had been hungry a lot lately but despite the amount of food I had been eating, I hadn't gained any weight, probably from my previous months of radiation therapy. 

"Yeah actually, I would. Maybe some Yukgaejang?" I suggested. I was craving the spicy, garlicky stew. "You got it, I'm going to get the ingredients. I'll be right back," He stood up and slowly left the room, closing the door quietly behind him. Once he was gone, I remembered just how tiring being happy was. In minutes, my eyes had closed and I was asleep.

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Y'all I'm so tired i only got four hours of sleep last night jesus I feel like compost