RIPPLE | P.JM

15

SEVEN

"You really move around a lot, don't you?" I say blankly as I look at the wide bed. This one seemed even bigger than the one back in the South, and I didn't think that was supposed to be possible.

"Wait till you see where he sleeps in the Assassin Headquarters!" Jungkook pipes up from the back, making Jimin sigh as he pushes the boy back out.

I jump, landing on the bed with my feet. Then I sneak a look in his direction— because this always pissed him off.

But he doesn't even show a reaction.

I smile widely, stretching myself out. "Jimin— you've warmed up to me, huh?"

"What are you talking about." He says sharply, noticing me smile. He tosses his jacket to the side. "Move over."

"There's so much space, look." I say, raising an eyebrow. I was barely taking up one fourth of the entire space— what, did he really need that much of the bed?

I'm waving my hand at all the empty space when he suddenly lifts me up, an annoyed expression on his face. Then he just drops me off at the very edge.

I sigh.

"Jimin. I've slept with you before. You're just going to push me off the bed again like last time or something."

"I'm doing this because I don't want to do that." He says, not looking at me as he takes his place at the very opposite end of the mattress.

When I start to smile again, he shoots me a glare.

"Don't think I'm implying anything. I'd die first before I would warm up to your dumb face."

I frown.

"Your face is dumber than mine."

"Shut up." He mumbles, voice muffled underneath the covers he'd pulled over himself. "I'm trying to sleep."

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I wake up, because someone's hit me in the face.

"Jimin!" I hiss sleepily, sitting up on the bed. He'd somehow moved from all the way to the right to where I was, and then he'd hit me right in the face with his arm.

For a second I stare hard at him, thinking he might be playing with me.

But he seems asleep.

"I'll forgive you this time." I mumble to myself, dropping back down to the pillow. I close my eyes again, trying to get back to the dream I was having.

But then I hear him groan. I just brush it off as nothing when something drops on top of my stomach, making my eyes shoot back open.

His arm.

I'm gonna cut it off.

I'm staring daggers at him when he suddenly moves even closer, something like a low whine escaping his parted lips. The side of his body presses against mine, and I freeze up like a statue.

He smells like shampoo.

What the hell. I say to myself, crossing my fingers. Then a devilish smile splits my face, and I close my eyes back again.

Eyes still closed, I bend my arm into a soft ninety degree angle and drop the elbow right on his forehead.

I don't need to see what happens next to know that his eyes have shot open.