Here's My Number

38

The rest of the week- just Friday and Saturday- pass by pretty slowly. On Friday though, Jimin had better bandages for his burn. He had Mikey help him patch up. Which is good, because he didn't say anything about it stinging again all day. You hope it heals fast.

Saturday was boring because Jimin couldn't come over.

Today is Sunday morning- maybe around 9:30, and Jimin is on his way over already. He said he wanted to get out of the house again so you're gonna chill in your room until mom wakes up. Then you'll do fun stuff.

You sit on your couch, waiting for Jimin to text you when he arrives. He left his house two minutes ago. You need to be more patient.

You walk into the kitchen. Sunday morning light streams in through the windows and casts a warm glow to the room. This feeling is one of your favorites. Being a a room where the rising sun shines just right- especially on a Sunday.

You lean against the kitchen counter and stare off into space. Last week was a pretty eventful week. You met mom's new boyfriend, Jimin got burned and bruised by a couple of "accidents," you lost your best friend, and Gavin started being friendly with you again.

Except he hates Jimin and is not afraid to show it.

Not to mention, Nathan came over to your table in the morning to say hi. Sometimes you and Jimin have long conversations with him at the bus stop before you leave. Nathan's so funny, and he's been really nice. You kind of want to hang out with him more. He has that aura that people just like being around.

Your phone buzzes. It's Jimin of course. You walk to your front door and open it quietly. There he is, in comfortable grey sweatpants and a black tshirt.

"It's foggy outside why aren't you wearing a jacket?" You ask. "Jeez, it's like you don't get cold."

"I don't," Jimin says. "Not when my heart burns for you." He gives you a toothy grin and you slap his shoulder. "You're so cheesy."

"Seriously though. The cold isn't that bad. I thought you liked the cold."

"Not that much," you grumble. "Hurry inside so I can close the door."

Jimin walks into your house and you shut the door softly behind him. "Mom's still asleep and Lily left early to hang out with some friends," you say. "So we have to be quiet."

Jimin nods. "Okay."

The two of you make your way upstairs to your bedroom quietly, door closing behind you of course. The little rays of sunshine coming through your window are filtered through your lilac curtains, giving your room a warm, calming glow.

Jimin plops down onto your beanbag in the floor and stretches his entire body out. "Aaaaahhhhhhhhhhh it's so warm in here," he says. "What happened to you?"

You sit down on your desk chair and spin around to face him. "I told you, I don't like the cold that much," you say. "I just like it more than mom and Lily."

Jimin relaxes and lets his head fall back. "Why is your beanbag more comfy than my own bed?" He asks. "It's so much softer."

"Because my room is cooler than yours."

"I believe that," Jimin sighs. "You've seen my room."

You get off of your chair and trudge over to Jimin, climbing on top of him and laying down over him, chin resting on his good shoulder. Jimin lets his arms wrap around your waist. "Mmm," he hums. "Snuggles?"

You nod. Jimin turns his head to face yours and kisses whatever skin is right in front of him, which at the moment is the spot right below your jaw. It tickles a little so you cringe away and giggle, which is a mistake because the moment you do it, Jimin realizes you are extremely ticklish. He has power.