My Sleeping Partner | P. JM

Wishing

"Help?"

He rubs his eyes sleepily. "Yeah. You can't sleep without someone touching you?"

I snap my head up.

"Where'd you hear that from?"

"Hyung-ah." He replies matter-of-factly, only one eye still open. Then he suddenly crashes into the bed, mumbling as he just goes back to sleep.

"Anyways, I'll be right here."

I glance at the clock, my mind still stunned by his sudden entrance. It reads almost eleven, and I groan inwardly as I lie back down.

It's just Jungkook.

But I can't help but wish for Jimin's soft silver hair and his adorable half-smile as I carefully place my hand over Jungkook's.

When I try to lie back down, my feet hit something firm.

"Oh my gosh, Jungkook!" I mumble under my breath as I try to push at his fast-asleep form. He's splayed out directly diagonal across the bed, leaving me just enough space for sitting.

I really don't want to spend the night trying to move him, but he's not waking up.

Finally, I just decide to stretch my poor legs over him.

By the time I make that decision, it's already midnight. And I had school tomorrow, and my instructor would probably murder me if I feel asleep during routine again.

Good thing I have Jungkook at least.

Taking a deep breath and trying to ignore his legs under mine, I close my eyes and wait for sleep to come.

It's probably night too, where Jimin is.

Slitting my eyes open, I look out at the half-moon outside my window. I missed his cute face and his sweet voice already.

I couldn't call him at this point— he would be sleeping, and I didn't want to wake him up. And like an idiot, I'd slept through the day when he'd be awake.

Breathing out a pitiful sigh, I roll over on my back.

I'd call him first thing in the morning.

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JIMIN

"Is that the one from Busan?"

I'd been hearing that ever since I'd stepped into the hotel assigned strictly to the participants.

Everyone looked so intimidating, and they were all too busy analyzing each other and sizing them up. I wanted to see Minah's kind, teasing face.

I wanted to listen to her voice.

But she still hasn't called me?

I'm starting to get agitated, pacing back and forth. I forget all about the exhaustion in my body, too busy worrying and imagining.

Was she asleep?

Finally I get into bed, slipping underneath the covers. I'm still clutching the phone in both hands, waiting hopelessly.

Not even a text?

Stop thinking like a baby. I tell myself, putting the phone face down next to my pillow. Acting like this just because she won't give you a call. So pathetic.