My Sleeping Partner | P. JM

Tears

The fresh fragrance of dew wakes me, and I blink up at the familiar white of my ceiling, the morning sunlight making it glow.

Last night....

When I turn my face to get up, I instantly freeze when I see how close Jimin's sleeping face is to mine. I instinctively flinch back in surprise, and find that I can't.

His arms are wrapped around my waist, pulling me close to his chest. There's coldness in his hands, and I instinctively tighten my palm around his.

"Minah?"

Hearing that, my entire body goes tense as I sit up on the bed as fast as I can. I can hear Jimin yelp in surprise as I freeze in my sitting position, my cheeks warm.

"What was that for?"

"I get surprised easily." I complain as he slowly sits up as well, running his fingers through his messy hair. "What happened last night? Did you see Jungkook?"

"You collapsed." He says seriously, blinking at me slowly. "I had to get you here— you fainted because of your insomnia, didn't you? I'm sorry, Minah."

"Thank you." I say softly, my heart warming as I bunch up the blankets in my arms. "Jimin, I'm proud of you."

He looks up.

"For what?"

"For getting first." I laugh at his confused expression, before realization dawns. "It was a beautiful performance. How did you guys make up a routine for both of you that quickly?"

"It was something we were practicing in class." He explains, and I listen intently as he pulls on his fingers in embarrassment. "It was nothing, really. If it wasn't for Jungkook, I would've failed."

I smile.

"Don't you have a lesson today?"

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Jimin's POV

"Jungkook!" I hear Minah exclaim warmly, and I look up to see his familiar silhouette in the empty classroom.

As if we'd taken him by surprise, he staggers to his feet and pulls down his sleeves so low it hangs over his slender fingers.

Somehow, his face seems paler than yesterday.

"H-Hello." He replies quietly before shuffling to the corner of the room, eyes fixed blankly on the wooden floor. As he turns his back towards us, I glimpse dark red spots spreading on the black turtleneck he's wearing.

My eyes narrow.

Minah hadn't seemed to notice yet.

"Wait here." I tell her as I grip Jungkook's wrist, pulling him out of the room with my lips pressed tight. "We'll be back in like five minutes, okay?"

"Jimin?!" Jungkook snatches away his hand once the door swings shut behind us, sweat beading on the sides of his face. "What are you doing? I'm going back."

"Stop being stubborn." I say sternly as I press my hand against his back, showing him the wet red that comes off on my skin. "You want to go back in there with your shirt looking like this?"

He falls silent, eyes fixed on the smear of red on his fingertip.

"You're being disciplined." I say quietly, seeing scars that remind me of mine. When I press my hands against the skin and close my eyes, Jungkook suddenly breaks away from me.