My Sleeping Partner | P. JM

Metal and Steel

"Ahh!"

I whine in frustration as I tug Jimin's slack body across the living room, cursing as fast as my mouth can keep up.

Did AIs get drunk this easily?

"Park Jimin— I swear if you drink one more time you might as well throw me off a cliff," I growl as he suddenly shifts, groaning with his arms wrapped tightly around my torso.

I'd covered exactly six feet.

In ten minutes.

Jimin whines softly when I drag him from the floor, wrestling with his figure to get him up onto the bed. I'm already sweating like a pig— and the temperature was set to 73.

"Take care of me~" He sings as he flips the covers over his head, so that his face is cupped inside like a sunflower. "I'll be good, I promise~"

I pause, my eyes wide.

He's cute.

Jimin smiles innocently as he snakes an arm around my waist, and my expression quickly transforms into an annoyed smirk.

"You thought," I mutter as I shove him back onto the bed, the corners of my lips curving into a slight smile. "Go to sleep, Jimin."

"Jimin?!" He exclaims, and I look up in surprise as he says his name like he's heard it the first time.

"It's oppa."

I groooaaaaaannnnn.

"Just go to sleep, will you?" I mutter as I jump into my spot next to him. "Let's talk in the morning when you're not all Call me oppa."

"I've seen you call Tae oppa," He blinks slowly, and I curse my habit. I'd stopped that as soon as I'd gotten to know him, but old habits died hard.

"And we're the same age."

"Is it because I'm a robot?"

"No!" I exclaim, eyes widening as he swipes at his lips. "Why would you even think that, Jimin? Besides, that was an accident— I don't call him that."

"My head hurts." He suddenly interrupts. "And my mouth feels really cold."

Then he looks at me like the most innocent eighteen year old to have ever existed.

"Can you warm them up?"

"........"

What?!

"Just go to sleep," I repeat again, blushing furiously. "No talking allowed until the next morning. End of discussion."

He finally stays quiet.

For exactly 0.2 seconds.

"It's so hot in here!" He exclaims, kicking off the blankets. True to his word, I can see sweat showing on the side of his hair.

I giggle.

"You just said it was cold."

Giving me a short glare, he rolls on his back and breathes out a long sigh. Then he suddenly sits up, his eyes unfocused.

And he flips off his shirt over his head.

I yelp as I fling myself towards the blankets, my eyes widened as I blink in the darkness. My lips press together when I hear Jimin giggling.

"Yah! What are you doing?"

"It's hard to breathe with the patches," He blows out a breath, tapping on my shoulder. "Help me take them off, Minah. It's suffocating."