BTS One Shots

4 AM

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Song: 4 AM by Eric Nam (big oof)

Hi friends, I hope you're doing well♥ It's been hot as hell lately over here, I hope the weather's more doable where you are ;) I hope you enjoy this week's fic!

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You let out a long sigh, blinking up at the white ceiling. There's no way to tell what time it is – but you can be pretty damn sure it's late. The curtains are only half drawn and it allows you to take a look outside, eyes glazed over as they stare at the pitch black sky, only a few dots of light littering the void of space. The moon is mostly hidden, but you can spot a sliver of white amongst the sea of black and your eyes inevitably stick to it, fixating on the light as you yawn yet again.

Your mind, your eyes, your legs, your whole body, they feel heavy with sleep – you can barely hold onto the arm that's slung over your stomach. Simply resting your hands on it, you focus on the warmth seeping through your pyjama shirt in an attempt to lull yourself to sleep – but no matter how long you lie there, you just can't seem to sink into slumber.

Letting out a sigh, you blink slowly, your gaze still glued to the sliver of moonlight outside your window. How great would it be if you didn't have work tomorrow? If your alarm clock wasn't going off in... well, who knows how much time you have left.

With another exhale, you scoot closer to the edge of the bed, the arm slipping off of you as you reach out to grab your phone. The light hurts your eyes and you have to squint to check the time, locking the screen as soon as you get the information you need. 4 AM.

It's not that bad, you note as you roll back into bed – at least, less bad than you'd expected. Settling underneath the covers once more, you fold your hands over your stomach where the arm used to be, your eyes drifting back to your window. You have a good three hours of sleep left – and, hey, you're in a resting position right now, so doesn't that count, too?

It does, you decide with a firm nod, even though you don't have your eyes closed and you're not actually 'sleeping' in the literal sense of the word –

There's rustling right next to you, followed by some incoherent mumbling. It makes your head snap to the side, and you let out a slow breath as you're faced with a most definitely sleeping Jimin. His lips are slightly parted, his eyes closed, dark hair brushing the white pillow. The sliver of moonlight draws a line from his cheek to his neck to his collarbone, then over the warm duvet that covers his bare chest.

A small smile teases over your lips as you keep staring, your sleep-deprived mind not quite giving a single fuck as to how weird it might look, and the smile widens as his arm slowly moves back around your waist. His grip isn't as loose as it was before, however – his embrace is tight this time, and even though he is slow, he manages to pull you from your side of the bed to his without much of a fuss.

"Should sleep," he mumbles hoarsely, his nose brushing your neck as he nuzzles it into your shoulder, the soft fabric of your pyjamas brushing his cheeks. His lips and his hair tickle your skin as he moves and you feel a wave of goosebumps wash over your skin, your eyes fluttering closed.

A familiar kind of warmth slowly spreads through you and you exhale slowly, a small smile briefly teasing over your lips. "I tried," you reply softly, returning his hug by slinging your arm around his torso as well, your legs somehow ending up entangled underneath the sheets.

"Betchou didn'even close y'r eyes," he mumbles, his words slow, lazy, slurred.

Your breathing is already starting to slow down, you notice, and your body grows even heavier. "Tried that too," you return through a long sigh, humming as he presses a warm kiss to your skin. You could definitely fall asleep like this. "Doesn't work."

"Longer th'n two seconds," he adds, shifting his head so his lips brush against your jaw – another shiver runs down your spine in response, and your soft smile returns.

You just hum once more. "I mean, I guess I can try..."

He pulls you even closer, and your head lands on his pillow instead of yours. Indeed, your side of the bed goes almost completely abandoned, your body warmth already escaping into the night air. "Do," sounds the soft answer, a long, slow kiss pressing to your cheek.

You want to tell him your eyes already have been closed for more than two seconds, just to see if you can make him laugh even in his half-asleep state. But even your tongue seems too tired to get the words out at this point – so you simply hum yet again in reply, folding your arm in front of your chest. Your hand brushes his bare skin.

"Breathe w'me," he mutters. His hand reaches out to take yours, his fingers gently pressing to the back of your hand as he puts your palm to his warm chest. Letting it rest there, you focus on the way you can faintly feel his heart beating, on the way his chest slowly rises and falls, and you try to synchronise your breathing with the slow rhythm. In, then out. In, and out again.

Minutes pass. Slowly but surely, your hand starts to grow too heavy to hold it up to his chest and it slowly descends to the soft mattress, your fingers intertwining with his. Your eyes falling closed, heart rate slowing down, you listen to Jimin's soft breathing, and you feel your own breaths finally starting to follow the same tempo. You forget about the stars outside your window, the sliver of moonlight now tracing a strip of light down your hair, your neck, your shoulders, your back, and you just drift away.

The last thing you feel before your mind finally gives in to sleep is Jimin's lips softly pressing to your forehead, his thumb brushing the back of your hand. You smile to yourself, leaning further into him. Even a mere three hours of sleep, if it's here in bed, here in his arms, is the best rest you could get.

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