Moonchild ∞ pjm

十五

I woke up before Jimin did, but I didn't leave the bed for an eternity after I was awake. Staying next to Jimin, my head rested on his chest and my eyes looking up at him, I got the chance to relax before the inevitable happened. Life. At least in the small eternity of me staring at his sleeping face I still felt like it was the end of the day, like the world was sleeping releasing me from my ties to it. I didn't have to think about anything besides the way the orange rising sun shone through the sunroof above us and cast a beautiful yellow garnet light across Jimin and I. It was warm in the sun soaked sheets.

But when reality began to come back to me I had to get up, I had to occupy my body to keep my thoughts from attacking me. It felt weird showering somewhere that wasn't the shared showers at the dorms, but the water pressure and long lasting warmth made it more than bearable.

The only clothes I had were the ones I had worn out yesterday and the clothes Jimin lent me to sleep in. I pulled my black tank top over my chest before slipping into my jeans. My long hair ran slightly tangled down my back soaking my shirt, I looked closely at my face praying I didn't wake up with some embarrassing blemish.

Once I had rubbed my hair down with a towel, and successfully made it a frizzy wavy mess, I left the bathroom. Jimin was still asleep but had moved to lay on his stomach, his arm reached out across the space my body previously occupied.

Notifications filled my phone screen as I sat on the edge of the bed. Texts, missed calls and emails displayed in front of me, mostly from my father. All the texts from him pertained of the same thing, "Asteria, I'm calling you we need to talk.", "Asteria answer your phone.", and "Asteria answer your phone right now!". I didn't bother responding to him, or listening to any of his voicemail messages he left me either.

Taehyung texted me as well, something about him needing to talk to me about something important, and Yoongi texted me telling me he loved me. Yoongi and I text throughout the day, about nothing and everything. Most days are spent with vague small talk but at night when we both can't sleep we tell each other long stories of our childhood. Yoongi always described the stars to me, I ask him to describe them everytime we talk and he always does but each time he adds something new.

"How long have you been awake?" Jimin's gravely morning voice in my ear made me click out of the one sided SNS messages with my father. Staring at the blankly written texts wouldn't help anything.

"A few hours." I whispered back staring at my black phone screen.

Jimin hummed as he pressed warm kisses on my bare shoulder, he pulled me into his chest by an arm around my stomach. Smiling I fell further into him, the sun wasn't as orange anymore but the sky still looked like an oil painting.

"You smell like me," Jimin mentions, his lips moving against my neck. "I like it, now other guys won't talk to you."

"It doesn't matter if other guys talk to me, I'm not interested in anyone else." I keep my eyes focused on the morning sky with my head resting on Jimin's shoulder, he continues his trail of kisses across my skin.

"It does matter," He pauses. "To me. I don't want anyone going after you, you're mine."

I want to gush at his words, fawn over how adorable he is, but his tone makes me worry. I keep the thoughts in my head but I question the meaning of what he said, he sounded so serious like the idea of me talking to another guy angered him. His potential possessiveness surprised me, and scared me.

Not saying anything I turn my head to kiss his temple. He lets his cheek rest against my shoulder as I kiss his forehead and cheek. He smiled making me do the same, hoping that the prior conversation wouldn't start again.