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The morning comes earlier than I anticipated as the sun shines through the corn field and straight into my eyes. I look away, staring at the two boys sleeping on the ground still.
They both have smiles stamped on their faces — probably because they're having the time of their lives in some wonderful dream. But I, on the other hand, can't much relate.
The fire died about five hours ago and I've been freezing just about all night long. I was shivering continually and my chattering teeth kept me wide awake. At least I know Jimin was warm with both my hoodie and Taemin's jacket.
A rooster yells in the distance, making me remember that we're still on the site of the farm — which, technically, is not even Taemin's property.
Ugh. I'm not sure I want to spend time in his company anymore.
"If you didn't understand properly yesterday, I'll make it clear for you; I can hear your thoughts." someone calls out and I roll my eyes when I recognize the depth and the harsh tone in the voice.
"Did I ask?" I mumble and fiddle with my fingers. I hear him chuckle and he stands up to come sit next to Jimin and I, which is a few meters away from his sleeping spot.
"Good morning to you too." he smirks and I poke the inside of my cheek with my tongue, already annoyed by his presence.
"Morning, asshole." I smile toothlessly, his expression falling down in annoyance. Jimin grunts in front of us, catching our attention at the same time as we advert our gaze over to him. His eyes finally open and they disappear again as he smiles widely at my sight.
"Good morning!" he chants happily while stretching, stirring something inside me.
For a second — just one second — I felt it again. This feeling of happiness. This feeling of safety. This feeling of home.
He sits up and winces at the pain felt in his ribs, but manages to sit nonetheless.
"잘잤어? [Did you sleep well?]" I say as I lean forward a bit and poke his cheek, making him grin and his cheek hardens under my touch.
I hear Tae gag underneath his breath as he looks away, making both Jimin and I chuckle at the same time.
I don't know what came over me to act like such, but I felt like Jimin was nothing but a big sweetheart. He doesn't look like he could harm anyone — let alone harm something. He looks like the kind of individual that you instantly get along with, no matter who you are.
