Cashmere
Authour: BlueEuphoria
Retrieved from: Ao3
Words: 8066
Ship: Jimin×Jin
Summary:
‘’I wanna hear Crystal Snow.’’ Jimin’s husky voice made his way to the older and Seokjin missed a chord as he raised his head to see his boyfriend standing right before him. Jimin was wearing a top with long sleeves made of cashmere, the white fabric embracing the curves of his shoulders and beautiful hips, leaving very little to the imagination as to the roundness of his ass.
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It was supposed to be a morning like any other; a morning where Jimin would wake up in his bed, sometimes too small and sometimes too large for him alone, and would throw a tired look through the window to see the twilight. It was supposed to be a day where the artist would draw himself at the kitchen with small eyes and make a latte or a hot chocolate with sweet marshmallows to create a less dull night. It was supposed to be a day at the dorm with all the members waking up after him because there was only Jimin going to bed in the late night and seeing the sunrise some hours after.
But today was not a day like the others. It was a special day.
When his mind emerged from the very long and deep night, Jimin thought he was caught in a dream. He felt like his soul wasn’t in touch with his body, felt like his thoughts were far away from him, leaving all his body parts weak and flabby like fresh strawberry licorice. At this very moment, everything around Jimin was warm, soft, and dazzling. A fluffy fabric was hugging every inch of his upper body, his flat belly at rest, his round cheeks and even his small hands. It was smooth like fur tickling his sensitive skin and warm like the mellow blanket tangling his legs.
Jimin felt good . Lying down in the middle of this soft shelter, helpless and at the mercy of everything, he felt protected as if he were at home. He felt like nothing could reach him and take away the sensation to sink slowly in a bunch of white cream and faded yellow clouds. Nothing could erase the little smile blooming lazily on his plump lips and nothing could steal the happiness in the first, deep breath he took. And when the air filled his lungs deeply, the shadow of his smile became bright on his sun-kissed lips and muffled giggles brighter than sunrise passed between them. He was breathing joy; he was breathing love.
The sweet scent of vanilla and citrus blossom sticking on his warm skin wasn’t his but it pushed him into a beautiful state of daydream as he was lying in a field of yellow flowers. All the sensations tickling Jimin’s heart overwhelmed him and made him feel wonderfully good. At this moment, the singer felt like there was nothing better than the present; any daesangs and any praises in the whole world couldn’t make him feel complete like that.
‘’Did I wake you up?’’ The voice was a wind whispering at his ears, a light butterfly on his sensitive back, a kiss on his lonely lips. It made him shiver pleasantly in the warmth of his soft dome, body hugged by blankets and head lost in mellow pillows. Jimin smiled and took another minute to enjoy the moment, to feel the tender silence around him like it was the last, to taste the sweetness of the love in the air.
Numb, the young man rolled slowly on his side and tugged on the heavy cloth hiding his whole body. His movements were lazy, but when his head showed up between the rich fabrics and the comfortable cushions, the air caressed his skin like chilly fingertips touching his cheeks flushed by the heat and the sleep. It was not too cold, just fresh enough to make him sigh in contentment, enjoying the contrast between the states of daydream and reality that his mind experienced in this smooth morning.
