>>lost<< Yoonmin

XXXII

Jimin falls asleep quickly, likely exhausted from the long day. It takes me a bit longer to fall asleep and I am left gazing at the dark ceiling, occasional lights thrown across its surface. It takes time to become accustomed to the weight of another body on mine, but once I do it is comfortable and reassuring. It doesn't take long for me to relax and fall into a dreamless sleep.
When I wake up, it takes me just a moment to identify my situation. I'm not alone like I usually am, but rather there is an abnormal warmth on my left side. I look down to find that Jimin has shifted from where he once laid, and is now splayed beside me, one arm and one leg thrown haphazardly over me and his face nuzzled into my shoulder.
I lift his arm from my chest and set it beside him, stretching my arms over my head with a yawn. Jimin grumbles something and cushions both arms under his head, hiding his face in them.
"Jimin~"
I hum lowly and he groans, waving me off lazily.
"Time to get up."
I grumble and he shakes his head softly.
"Jimin if you don't get up I'm going to push you off this couch."
I threaten, fixing my expression into a scowl. He giggled a bit and looks up at me, a crooked grin spread happily across his features.
"Suuuuure."
He chirps and picks himself up, flipping himself carefully over me and into the space between me and the back of the couch. He settles there and sighs happily, laying on his side so he faces me. I gaze at him a moment, his eyes closed and features softened by the early morning light that cascades into the room. His long lashes produce light, fluffy shadows below his eyes.
I inhale shallowly and flip myself onto my side so we face each other, his fist situated over his lower face comfortable.
He opens his eyes slowly to look at me, his swirling blue irises sparkling.
"Morning."
He sings softly and I smile, bringing a grin to his own face.
"Morning."
I reply quietly, my eyes wandering to his discolored cheek bone. He sits peacefully under my gaze, watching me carefully.
"Is it bad?"
He whispers, shakiness hidden in his voice.
"Not too bad."
I respond lightly and lift me fingers to touch his cheek.
He doesn't flinch away, nor does he stiffen. He simply sighs quietly and continues to watch me as I examine his cheek, brushing my fingertips over the slight bump.
"Does it hurt?"
I mumble, but my fingertips have extended their range a bit, running over the skin around the bruise.
"Not too bad."
He answers quietly. My eyes continue to roam over his cheek, realizing now that they are pink. I look to his eyes to find that they are closed and he has set his lips in a thin line. I am about to say his name when his eyes flutter open, meeting mine.
"Are you-?"
I begin but he cuts me off, shushing me gently. His hand moves up to mine on his cheek, and he cups it carefully in his palm.
His cheeks are more pink now, raising heat to the back of my neck. Slowly, achingly slow, his fingertips move from my hand to my face, cradling my cheek against his palm. The heat spreads to my cheeks and suddenly I understand what he is feeling.
I search his face but his eyes are distracted, searching slowly over my face.
"Ji-"
I begin to speak again, only to be silenced for the second time. His fingertips wander from my cheek, down my jaw and over my lips. My mouth is frozen, slightly open to speak. His thumb runs over my lower lip and before I know it, the light sensation of his fingertips is replaced my something warmer, softer.
I close my eyes and welcome Jimin's light kiss, letting him guide my lips with his own. His palm remains on my cheek and I feel his fingers slide back, settling into my hair. The kiss only lasts a few moments, but my mind clings to the feeling much longer. Jimin's cheeks are red when he pulls away, and he rolls over quickly, burying his face in the pillow and pulling himself from my touch.
"I'm going back to sleep."