Noona

Wet Dreams

I wake up in the middle of the night, unsure of why. Something just feels... off.

I throw the sheets off and walk downstairs to get a drink of water, but as I walk past the room closest to the staircase, I hear someone stirring. My maternal instinct kicks in and cracks the door open to check on the person inside, and I see Jimin lying there.

He's still asleep, I think, since his eyes are shut, but everything else about his body language makes him seem much more awake. His breathing is heavy and uneven, contrasting his relaxed facial expression. He moans softly, and for a moment I think he's woken up, but his face stays the same.

Jungsoon, quit being a creep and watching him sleep!

I know my subconscious is right, but I can't seem to tear my eyes away from him. He looks so heavenly like this, yet so... tempting.

Seriously Jungsoon, walk away now!

"Ahhhhhh," Jimin shifts in his sleep, "Jungsoon-ah..."

"Oh my god," I whisper, shutting the door as quickly as I can without waking him up. It doesn't take me but a second to connect the dots and figure out what Jimin was dreaming about.

Are you happy now, Jungsoon?

"A little bit," I mutter to myself. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a little bit thrilled to hear Jimin call my name out in his sleep... especially if that's what he's dreaming about.

JIMIN

I grumble into the pillow that's just woken me from my dream. Even still, I'm in too good of a mood from the events my subconscious came up with to be that bothered. Sure it was just a dream, but it was a damn good one.

"Time to get up, Chim," Jin chuckles nearby. "You better be glad it was me that came to wake you instead of Jungkook."

"Hmmm?" I pull the pillow off of my face and squint at the tall figure standing by my bed.

"You were talking— or well, moaning, a certain noona's name in your sleep." He tsks in mock-disapproval. "If Jungkook had walked in, you probably would've woken up with hands clamped around your neck."

"Jungkook is fine." I wave him off and stand from my bed. "I'm sure he wouldn't care."

"He put Hoseok in a headlock just for joking about hooking up with Jungsoon." He cocks an eyebrow at me, as if questioning how well I really know our maknae. "I don't know if you've noticed, but he's really protective of his noona. I would be careful if I were you."

"Duly noted," I nod and stand from the bed to start getting dressed for the day.

"And... please use protection," Jin adds before heading out the door.

"What? You don't want grandkids?" I joke, but he runs over to me and playfully smacks me on the back to reprimand me.

"Don't—you—even—joke—Park—Jimin!" He yells between smacks.

"Ya! Hyung, why are you yelling?" Yoongi appears in the doorway and looks at us with his eyes still glazed with sleep.

"Keeping you kids in check is exhausting." Jin grumbles, rubbing his temples as he and Yoongi leave the room.

With my hyungs gone, I wash up with Jin's words in the back of my mind like an omen.

JUNGSOON