His Flower || UNDERGOING EDITING

And a Enjoyable Time

A/N: My hands were shaking when I started writing this chapter. I honestly don't know why but if any of you have an idea please share it lol. Here is finally a happy chapter! Also can all my Jimin bias's take a moment to enjoy this beautiful picture :) 

AND WE HIT OVER 300 READS!!!!!!

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Jimin and I stood in the bathroom in that same position for what seemed like forever until he embarrassingly told me he needed to use the toilet. I laughed till my face turned red from the amusing comment made. My laughter didn't stop till I was out of the bathroom and started to realize how much happiness has taken over me. Just the thought of that kiss had me up on my tip toes all the way down the hallway.

My arms were close to my body and my hands are intertwined tightly just above the tops of my thighs. Trying to bite my lips in an attempt to quit smiling ultimately failed. This smile wasn't going anywhere today. While I walked down the hallway back to Jimin's room, I notice the pictures hanging on the wall next to the lights that were mounted.

Before I could analyze them, I felt a blast of cold air hit my legs. My feet quickly tip toed to Jimin's room and I dive on to the warm bed. Content and cozy, I welcome the heating embrace of the blankets. Naturally my body curls up into a tight ball. Even though the sheets are warm, my legs are still a little chilly.

My mouth opens wide and my eyes close as a giant yawn escapes my still burning lips. It's been minutes since Jimin's soft lips were on mine, but I can still feel the sensation. Unconsciously, I bring my nimble fingers up to skim over my mouth. They linger there to make sure I'm not dreaming. Even my waist still holds the feeling of his strong arms around it. While thinking of these things my legs close tighter and my knees press harder to my body. And a small smile is still on my face.

"Cold are we?" Jimin's voice snaps me out of my thoughts.

God I forgot he didn't have on a shirt.

His chocolate eyes look at my body wrapped up like a burrito. He chuckles a little and walks over to his closet. The double white doors open with ease revealing an array of black shirts, t-shirts, sweatshirts, and many other items of clothing. I watch him closely as he rubs the back of his neck thinking. Finally he decides on what looks like a sweatshirt that's folded on the top shelf of his closet.

Since he's shorter than most guys, he has to stand on his tip toes to reach it. I find it amusing watching him stretch his frame, trying desperately to literally reach his goal. After little succeed, Jimin resorts to jumping to grab it. Each time he lands on the ground a wave of air comes my way carrying the sent of his freshly applied cologne. Every time I take in the addicting smell.

"Finally!" Jimin manages to get the sweatshirt. But not without a few of the others one on the top shelf falling off and onto the floor. He just sighs and turns around towards me seeing that I had laughed at him. "Please like you're any taller." This is true.

I remain quiet as he walks closer to the bed and kneels down where my face is half way covered up.

"Did we loose our voice?" He just looks into my eyes. I notice there's a sparkle in them that I've never seen before. After I don't respond to him, a mischievous smile spreads across his face.

"Well then," He begins and stands up holding the sweatshirt in his left hand. "I guess we'll just have to get rid of these." Jimin's small hand grabs the edge of the blankets and in one swift movement yanks all of them off of me.

"No it's coooold!!!" I childishly yelp. I bring my body up and sit upwards looking at Jimin victoriously holding the blankets.

"Oh so she does talk!" He smiles at my reaction.