My Sleeping Partner | P. JM

Another Dancer

"So someone kidnapped you?" I yelp, my eyes widening as Jungkook nods. Fear clouds the back of my mind— I hadn't thought that they would really just do that.

"I'm fine." Jimin assures Jungkook when his gaze blinks green. "It doesn't hurt anymore."

Jungkook doesn't talk.

He lets Jimin do all the talking, and only replies to my questions with either a nod or a shake of his head.

It kind of worries me that the experience has traumatized him, but I didn't really remember hearing him talk at all during the lesson either.

Maybe he was just quiet.

He keeps glancing over at Jimin and looking down, eyes forlorn and a faded green as he continuously chews on his bottom lip.

"You're giving me anxiety." I say in a playful voice, trying to break this tension. But to my dismay, he only stutters a sorry and fixes his gaze to the ground.

"I'm so sorry." I exclaim when I realize they're still shivering in their soaked clothes. "Here— I'll bring some new towels. Jimin, can you lend some of your clothes to Jungkook?"

There's no answer.

When I look over in Jimin's direction, I find him either fast asleep or passed out from exhaustion on the couch.

Great.

No— not great.

"Sorry, Jungkook." I start as I begin to look back at the quiet boy. "I'll show you where Jimin's—"

A deep groan escapes my lips when I see him completely passed out as well, still in soaked clothes that was going to catch both of them a cold in a minute.

You've got to be kidding me.

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I find that I've dozed off on the armchair when Jimin's suffocated cough shakes me awake. When I blink sleepily, I hear a series of rough breathing from his direction.

Sounds about right.

"M-Minah!" He exclaims, and I look over at the robot marshmallows I'd made out of both of them.

Because there was no freaking way I was going to change their clothes, I'd gone with the option of pulling on as much clothing as I could find over them.

It had worked, but I didn't really think it was comfortable for either of them.

"Minah!" Jimin shouts sternly, and I finally get to my feet lazily. "Get me out of these!"

"How you feeling?" I mumble as I begin to unzip the first thick parka, then the second thick parka as he coughs again. His look of pure disbelief burns down to my core.

"What do you think?"

He gasps loudly when he sees Jungkook, still passed out with his body wrapped with layers and layers of clothing.

"Are you trying to suffocate him to death? Look— he's already unconscious!"

"I think his clothes have dried by now." I muse out loud as I begin pulling off the first coat. Jimin's still giving me that look of disbelief when Jungkook groans awake.

His eyes go from two dazed slits to widened circles in less than a second.

"Calm down, it's okay!" I quickly exclaim when his breath grows rapid, his arms two struggling sticks. "You're fine— just let me get them off."