My Sleeping Partner | P. JM

Don't Want To Be Alone

"Jimin?"

He hadn't said a single word during the entire duration when he'd washed, eaten dinner, and got into bed— and it was starting to worry me more than I wanted to admit.

"Yes, Minah?"

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing," He says casually, although I can clearly hear the quiver in his voice. And the fact that he's currently speaking to me with his face turned away has my heart breaking.

"Then why are you talking to me like this?"

A heavy silence passes before his soft voice fills my ears, sending a pleasant chill down my spine.

"Because I don't want you to look at me."

And the moment he says that, I fling the blankets off my body. His eyes grow wide when I swing one leg over his figure, my voice deadly as I point a finger at his face.

"What did I say earlier?"

He swallows, and the anxiety grows in his eyes when he meets my firm, unmoving gaze. The moonlight lights up his burns as he gulps again.

"That you'd mess me up harder than—"

"That's correct," I interrupt, tapping at the burnt side of his face. And then I proceed to touch the side that is still intact.

"So one more chance, Park Jimin— if you say anything about you being ugly or any of that stuff, I'm kicking you out of my house."

At that, he swallows for the third time.

"Okay."

"Good," I grin at him, settling back into my position. "You're not ugly, Jimin. Besides, that'll heal soon, right? So you don't have to worry about it any longer."

The smile grows wider on my lips when he slowly shifts, turning around on the bed to face me. But I squeeze my lips together when I see his eyes still avoiding mine.

This won't work.

So while his eyes are still fixed downwards, I slowly reach up and pull on his silver-shaded locks. It's amazing
how it's so soft— it felt like a cloud on his head.

I'm so focused on his hair that I don't realize that he's staring at me, his eyes wide and stunned.

It takes all of my courage to not flinch away at his startled gaze.

"What? I need to touch you to go to sleep, remember?"

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My eyes flutter open when Jimin's warmth suddenly leaves me. When I look up in the darkness, I see the door closing with no Jimin by my side.

Jimin? Where are you going?

Sleep vanishes without a trace when I suddenly hear a painful gasp, and I swing myself off the bed in one clumsy motion. Then I silently open the door, peeking my head to see Jimin seated on the floor of the living room.

His eyes are closed as a silvery blue aura lights up his hand, his features twisted in pain. My lips part in surprise when he draws his hand over his face.

When he pulls away, his burns have disappeared.

Blowing out a shaky breath, he then pulls up the side of his shirt to reveal a spiral of black burns that I want to slap myself for not noticing earlier. It reaches up all the way up his side, a series of red scars and dark marks.