Baby I'm Bored || Gang AU | Jin X BAMF Female Reader ||

1 - Best way to start the day

"Wake up, Legs! Breakfast's on the table."

I groaned, keeping my eyes shut out of spite even though my back hurts and my leg is twisted at an awkward angle.

Is it weird that I can recognize my bedroom floor just by the way my cheek smashes against it?

"3 seconds or I'll tickle you—"

The floor shook with a loud 'thunk' resounding through the apartment as my legs went over my head scrambling my brain as I twisted and somehow wound up on my feet.

I blinked at Jin, and looked back at my bed, then the floor in complete confusion. 'How did I even...?'

I shrugged as my jaw suddenly stretched, squeezing my eyes shut yawning.

"I'm up." I stretched my shoulders, making some pretty convincing cat noises if I do say so myself.

A unique rolling chuckle grew closer from the doorway before a hand dropped on my head.

I rubbed my eye as if that would make me less tired and found myself stuck on my roommates blinding smile.

"Aww, is the little kitten finally awake?" he cooed, his hand warming my head as he smoothed down my no-doubt fabulous bedhead.

"No." I automatically answered, yawning a second time.

"Aw." He cooed again, smiling at me the way a mother would a baby.

This is why I can't help comparing him to a doting parent. (When he's not acting like an 18 year old boy that is.)

He's such a sucker for 'cute' stuff. He gets this little glimmer in his eyes when he looks at something with such endearment. It's practically identical to the mother 2 floors down, who brings me cookies every time I watch her kid while she's at work.

She does the same thing to my head.

I mean, not that I mind — like at all, I am a cat trapped in an ape's body — but is petting me really so appealing?

"Aioo," Seokjin's hand slid from my hair to my cheek, his dark brown eyes roaming my face with a glimmer. If I didn't know any better, I'd say it looks like adoration. But I do know better, and that's not what it is.

You know what it looks like to me? Someone looking at a piece of pie. I know I'm a snack but son, if you keep looking at me like that I won't be responsible for what happens.

And I'm adding this to the growing list of things you've been doing lately that are making me want to tell you that you should lock your door at night, while I still remain aware that we are roommates and not friends with benefits.

This is like the 5th time this week that he's done something slightly — not totally in the realm of "friends". Not even close friends.

First it was our spontaneous dance party that somehow turned into slow dancing during a 'eardrums fall out of your head' kind of song.

Then there's all this stuff that feels like he's finding, creating, and taking any opportunity to touch me. And not even in a "Heeello~ ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) (˵¯͒ ◡ ¯͒˵)✧" kind of way.

He's been so touchy the last week. At first I thought I wasn't paying enough attention to him.

It's just on the border realm of being all over me. Like when you really wanna torture a cat with affection but are making the effort to restrain yourself (for the most part).

Not gonna lie, it's starting to freak me out.

Again, I'm not opposed to it, who wouldn't want a drop-dead gorgeous gift from Aphrodite fawning over them? It's just ... I don't know what to make of it.