Double Trouble | Min Yoongi

Chapter 11

Nights like this weren't new to her. Constant shuffling under the covers, left-right-left-right, eyes shut tight as she pulled her pillow close to her chest. The cycle would recur a few more times until she'd get tired of it and sit up on the bed.

Jiwon reached for her phone on the nightstand and rested her head on top of her knees. The velvet touch of the blanket huddled her in a warm embrace as she checked her phone.

1:07AM, showed her lock screen.

But it never had anything to do with the time. No matter how late or early it could be, once the thoughts had activated the gears in her head, she'd be up until she could find a way to jam it, somehow.

Jiwon slid her leg on the edge of the bed and got up, hugging her sides for warmth over the chill of the night. Mindlessly, she ambled towards the window, watching the city lights and tiny figures, in blurry dots, moving in all directions fifteen floors below her.

Guess she wasn't the only one awake at this hour. She somehow felt alive.

Jiwon left the room, each step calculated, as she went to the kitchen, careful as not to make a sound to disturb Yoongi sleeping on the couch, about a stone's throw away from the kitchen island.

She blindly searched on the cupboards and successfully found a glass. On the other hand, the fridge was another story.

Gripping tight, Jiwon yanked the handle and frowned when it didn't budge, so she placed the glass on the counter and tried with two hands.

Thud.

Light peered out from the fridge; Jiwon crouched down, incoherent curses slipping out of her mouth as her fingers lightly kneaded on her wrinkled forehead.

Was this fridge designed to reap souls? Cause the light seems like it's about to take me with it. And if so, I swear I'm just here for water!

Regaining her senses, Jiwon stood up and quickly glanced at Yoongi on the couch. His body remained in the same position, almost as motionless as a rock. Her shoulders relaxed knowing he didn't hear her misfortune, and she proceeded with getting herself a glass of water.

It was only when Jiwon observed him that she noticed how his arms looked constricted in his position. She finished the contents of her glass, the flow of liquid refreshing her dry throat, before she placed it on the sink and approached Yoongi's figure.

Although the placidity of his expression told her otherwise, she couldn't ignore his state. She took his hand and gently pulled it away from beneath the pillow where his head rested, recalling earlier's shenanigans. He'd probably get a strain or sore muscles at this rate.

After a moment of contemplation, she finally tapped him on the cheek.

"Yoongi," she mumbled, palm resting on his face, and pushed a few strands of his hair to the side.

Jiwon almost flinched when Yoongi grumbled, but her rounded eyes turned into tired crescents and a stifled laugh escaped her lips at his reaction. And perhaps at his pajamas too.

"Yoongi," she repeated, shaking him with more force this time. "Get up."

"What?" he croaked with half-lidded eyes. "Are we in danger?"

"No." Jiwon was still smiling. "But you should sleep in the room. You'll get sore muscles if you stay here."

"I'm not letting you take the couch," he told her. "Go back to your room."

"You need the bed more," she reasoned. And it's not like I'll be able to sleep, she thought, but the words dived back to her throat before she could voice them out.

Jiwon was adamant about giving Yoongi the bed, just as Yoongi was with not letting Jiwon sleep on the couch. But perhaps due to her incessant nagging, he gave up shooing her away and the two of them came up with a better agreement.

Yoongi leaned on the door as Jiwon set two pillows to serve as a divider. Then, she laid out the blanket on top. In a heartbeat, Yoongi had already settled himself on his side of the bed and went back to sleep.

A grin formed on her lips. Yeah, he obviously needs the bed.

Contrary to Yoongi's side of the bed, the tossing and turning continued. The only difference was that Jiwon tried to do it less and with minimal movements, mindful of the sleeping body next to her.

Perhaps she had been too occupied with her thoughts and forcing herself asleep, that she hadn't noticed that the pillows were gone from where they were supposedly serving as a barrier.

"H-hey! What are you doing?" she stuttered, but was only ignored when Yoongi adjusted the blanket for both of them, completely chucking the pillows aside.

"Stop moving a lot," complained the sleepy male and Jiwon's breath hitched on her throat when Yoongi pulled her to his chest.

Jiwon swore she could hear the steady beat of his heart, certain that it was not hers due to the fact that the sequence of muscle contractions and relaxations of her own heart had probably just stopped.

And she could only wonder how she was still alive by now.

Once she realized her hand was clutching on his shirt, Jiwon retracted her arm and pulled it to her chest.

Gradually remembering the art of breathing, she blinked to herself and kept her head low as warmth tickled the crown of her head with every rise and fall of his chest. His arms locked her in as if she were a pillow drawn close to him, like a child clutching on his teddy bear.

Min Yoongi did not particularly have a distinct scent except for carrying the fragrance of fresh laundry, but even so, he had with him what Jiwon needed more at this moment: The sense of security that she always craved for.

And maybe he was actually her giant teddy bear, protecting her from the dark and the dread it offered.

It wasn't too soon that her stiff body grew accustomed to their proximity, that later on, Jiwon found herself inching closer to a much cozier position.

It's just because of drowsiness, Jiwon convinced herself. She slowly closed her eyes, sleep finally getting its way to her. She hazily made a mental note of pushing him off the bed first thing in the morning.

But not for now.

Not when it was the first time in weeks that she felt safe and sound in her sleep.