My Sleeping Partner | P. JM

Give To You

My eyes open lazily as the morning sunlight shines on my face, and I blink a couple times before my lips spread into a gigantic smile.

I'd slept through the night.

I'd actually made it to morning without waking up even once.

A soft laugh bubbles up my throat when a fragrant scent of warm mint and flowers tickle my nose, making me look up in surprise.

I only lit lavender candles.

Then I realize that the warmth on my fingertips and the bare skin of my right leg isn't the blankets at all.

It's Jimin.

His eyes are closed, his pale skin glowing in the gentle sunlight as his arms lock me to his chest. My leg is coiled around his thigh, and my breath hitches when I realize the softness against my fingers is his hair.

Oh.

My.

Heavens.

With his palm pressed firmly against my back and his leg half-crushing my ankle, I realize I have no way of getting out of this position without waking him up.

And waking him up is the last thing I want to do right now.

Wait.

I did this all in my sleep, right? And it's not my fault my own body did this— I didn't mean to do it. I did it in my sleep. All of it.

So my final solution is to close my eyes and pretend that I am, utterly, asleep.

And it all would've worked out hadn't freaking Park Jimin been so sensitive.

"Minah? Why are you going back to sleep?"

The familiar blush from the night before finds my cheeks again as I quickly untangle myself from him, practically jumping out of the bed stuttering.

"B-Because I'm sleepy, okay? I didn't really g-get—"

"Then come sleep with me," He says, voice thick and ever so attractive as he blinks slowly. "No one ever said that you had to wake up at morning—"

"I have work."

"Work?" His eyes grow wide as he swings himself off the bed, one corner of his shirt hitched up to show something like a tattoo engraved across his lower chest. "What do you—"

"First of all," I shout, covering my eyes with the back of my hand as I wave at him. "Pull down that shirt. I'm not talking to you until you are fully covered."

A quick second passes as the sound of Jimin wrestling down his shirt echoes loud and clear across the room. Now I'm wondering if it had been more important to cover my ears instead of my eyes.

"Okay," He says, breathing quickly. "What do you mean work? Does that mean you're leaving me all alone here?!"

"Sadly, yes." I answer as I reach for my blouse, almost forgetting that Jimin is still there as I tug my shirt up.

"Hey!"

"Yeah?"

"Turn around."

As soon as he's safely looking at nothing but the random landscape picture on the wall, I quickly change into my blouse. I'm about to pull up my dark jeans when I catch Jimin turning back around.

"Yah!"

"I-I'm sorry!" He yelps as he presses both hands over his face, almost slamming into the wall as he spins back around. "I thought you were done!"