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Cuddle

For two weeks, we had been on vacation. It wasn't long, but it was exactly what I needed. I pulled my soft, fluffy blue blanket up to my chin and settled into the bed, ready for a cozy night in. My Netflix account was already loaded with the movie I'd been wanting to watch, and with a few snacks at my side, I was all set. The boys were off doing their own things—some at the studio, others in the dorm, probably either bored out of their minds or asleep.

I was completely engrossed in the movie when the door suddenly creaked open. The noise startled me, and I jumped back, clutching the blanket.

"Oh my God! You scared me half to death!" I shouted, my heart racing.

Jimin sauntered in, dressed in an oversized, puffy sweatshirt, his hands adorably tucked into the sleeves like little paws. He laughed as he climbed onto the bed, his playful energy filling the room.

I scooted over to give him space as he nudged the snacks aside and slipped under the blanket.

"What are you doing? I'm so bored. I don't know what to do," he whined, pulling his legs up and making himself comfortable.

"I'm watching a movie. Want to join?" I offered, and his face lit up as he nodded eagerly, settling beside me.

Before long, we were both completely absorbed in the story. Suddenly, I blurted out, "I need cuddles," pouting as I glanced over at him.

Jimin blinked, taken aback. "What's with the sudden change? You're not usually this... adorable," he laughed, teasing me about my unexpected request.

"I just haven't had a hug in a long time," I mumbled, feeling a little shy. "I need some comfort."

He smiled softly, his voice gentle as he said, "Aww, this little cutie needs cuddles from big oppa, huh?" I playfully smacked his chest, but before I knew it, his arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer.

I snuggled into him, gripping the edge of the blanket as his warmth enveloped me. We sat like that, comfortable and quiet, enjoying the moment.

After the movie ended, we stayed in bed, talking about everything and nothing.

"You're doing okay, right?" Jimin asked, his hand lightly tracing circles on my palm.

"Why do you ask all of a sudden?" I replied, curiosity piqued.

He looked down at me thoughtfully. "I don't know... you've grown so much. We hardly have these talks anymore. Life gets busy, and I just want to make sure you're doing alright, Anna."

I smirked, trying to lighten the mood. "Wow, you're getting all emotional on me now, huh?"

He pinched my arm in response, playfully glaring at me. "I'm serious."

I laughed, sticking my tongue out at him. "I'm fine, really. I mean, I have my big baby Mochi by my side, so how could I not be okay?"

He scoffed, crossing his arms, but I could see the smile tugging at the corners of his lips. We continued chatting, teasing each other, and sharing stories, just like old friends do.

As the night came to an end, I couldn't help but smile at how unexpectedly perfect the day had been.

Loves,
Anna