>>lost<< Yoonmin

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My eyes become wide at the sudden question and my face warms, my lips parting to answer but no sound comes out. Jimin sighs and moves away, leaving me blank.
He situates himself on the floor so he is seated with his back leaning on the couch, knees pulled to his chest.
"You can't even tell me."
He mutters to which I sit up quickly, drawing a short glance from the corner of his eye.
"That's not true. It's just embarrassing..."
I grumble to which he nods distractedly and gazes out the window. I sit up on the couch and kick my feet out onto the floor, setting them beside him.
"Come sit up here."
I request quietly and he glances at me before complying, sitting beside me. He pulls the blanket up and wraps it around himself, staring straight ahead.
"Jimin, I like you for lots of reasons."
I grumble and lean my head on the back of the couch, staring at the ceiling. I feel his gaze roam hesitantly to my face and sigh, closing my eyes before I continue.
"You're kind to me. Caring, even though we aren't all that close. I doubted at first, but you've obviously been through a lot. I thought, maybe I found someone who understands my pain. You're patient, and never pry when I hesitate to speak. You've never judged me, at least not to my face."
I hesitate at his intense gaze but add quickly,
"And there's the obvious fact that you're very attractive. "
I open my eyes and turn my gaze to him, our eyes locking for a long moment. He sighs and looks down at his hands in his lap, shaking his head.
"Is that all really true?"
He mumbles and I move closer, grabbing his hands and squeeze them gently.
"Of course it is Jimin."
My voice urges him to understand but he closes his eyes and pulls his hands away, scooting a bit further from me.
"I'm tired."
He whispers, standing up. I am about to speak but he interrupts me.
"Lay down."
He mumbles and motions to me, so I do so obediently and lay down stiffly, watching him. He keeps his eyes carefully on the ground as he speaks, hesitating.
"You said I shouldn't lay on the ground, right?"
He inquires gently and I nod in response, to which he nods to himself.
"So maybe we can share the couch."
His sentence is almost incoherent. Almost. I open my mouth to no words and he looks away quickly.
"It's just that neither of us can sleep and I figure maybe this will help. I'm not asking for anything, just to share the couch. If you don't want to-"
"Jimin."
I cut off his babbling, moving closer to the back of the couch, offering more room.
"It's alright. I get it."
He nods and scurries to the couch, wiggling into the leftover space and situating himself carefully. When he has settled we lay face to face, sharing the same pillow. The couch is wide enough for us on our sides to fit with a few inches of space between us, and enough space that he isn't threatening to fall off the edge. His warm exhales tickle my face and I sigh softly, causing his gaze to become weary.
"Don't be so squeamish. Surely your not comfortable."
I grumble and close my eyes for a moment.
"Get comfortable however you please. I'll adjust."
I say casually and watch his hesitant expression. After a moment he nods and flips onto his belly. From there he is a bit squished, so he glances at me and then looks away, causing me to chuckle softly. I flip onto my back and he is quick to throw one of his elbows over me, relaxing so his head lays in the center of my chest and his arms are flat against either of my sides. I squirm just a bit and throw one arm up to rest under my head, settling the other in his silky mass of hair comfortably. He doesn't seem to mind, rather releases a relaxed sigh.
"Comfortable?"
I ask gently and look down at him, the lower half of his body still settled on his side of the couch.
"Comfortable."