cigarette ;; DISCONTINUED

fourty-one

41: Sweet mornings

Chaeyoung pov
"Hey", I felt a hand going through my hair, "Wake up."

With half-opened eyes I turned around, mumbling a "What time is it?".

"It's 11 am. Time to eat something", the male voice responded, brushing strands of my hair out of my face.

I yawned and blinked a few times to get focused. Jimin's hand rested on my cheek for a few seconds.

"Where am I?", I asked as I sat up. My head was aching and everything started to spin.

"My apartment. Yesterday we- hey, are you okay?"

I pressed my eyes shut and held my hand against my forehead. There still was the taste of alcohol on the back of my mouth, making me want to throw up.

"You're hungover, I guess. Here take this", he muttered in his husky morning voice and handed me a painkiller and a glass water.

After I consumed both of them, I looked at Jimin in confusion, waiting for him to explain why I was in his apartment hungover.

He chuckled softly and brushed a strand of hair out of my face, tucking it behind my ear. His hand rested on my cheek again, his thumbs drawing small circles on it.

"You came over last night, don't you remember? You started to talk about how happy you are, now that you guys are back in the studio regularly, and opened one of the wine bottles from the cabinet."

He laughed at the thought of it and handed me a plate with pancakes and strawberries on it.

"If I had known that you were such a lightweight, I would've stopped you."

"Wait, so you made breakfast for me?", I interrupted him so he wouldn't have to remind me of any embarrassing things I had done the night before.

He nodded and pulled the hand that was resting on my cheek away, so he could hand me a knife and a fork.

Moved by this sweet act, I pouted and leaned forward so I could peck his cheek. Sneaky as he was, he turned his head at the right time so that my lips ended up on his.

He tasted like coffee and from his damp hair, I could tell that he just came out of the shower.

Pulling away, I rolled my eyes and took a bite of the pancake.

"Whoa", my eyes widened at the taste. I cut another piece of it and lifted the fork so he could try it too.

We finished the rest of it and just when I had placed the plate on the nightstand, Jimin hopped to me, his arms wrapping around my body.

His fingers found their ways to my waist and soon enough he started to tickle me.

My laughter filled the sunlit room.
For a moment he stopped, his eyes on my lips, before placing a peck on them. 

"Your bedhead is really cute", he chuckled.

I watched his gaze move from my lips to my hair and then to my eyes.

I knew that my hair was probably a knotted mess but I didn't care.

"Let go, it's getting hot in here", I said grinning and tried to push him away from me.

Instead, he wrapped his legs around my lower body too, clinging onto me like a baby.
We cuddled into his blankets, leaving almost no space in between us.

"No, I'm not letting you go. It's too early to get out of bed", he mumbled, hiding his face in my hair. His breath tickled my neck, sending shivers down my spine.

"What do you mean? You literally got out of bed to make breakfast."

"I know but that was when you were still asleep. Now that you're awake, I want to cuddle."

His voice was whiny, like a child that didn't get a lollipop.

He pressed my head into the crook of his neck and so I closed my eyes. Soon enough we both fell into quiet, enjoying each other's company.

I put my arm over his and lifted my hand so I could play with his hair. In response, he let out a low growl and placed a kiss on the top of my head.

I couldn't tell how long we've been laying there for, our bodies entangled. His one hand had stopped trailing up and down my spine and his breathing was low and steady.

"Are you asleep?", I quietly asked, not wanting to wake him if he really was.

"No", he whispered back, "Are you?"

Hitting the back of his head with the hand that was stroking through his hair just seconds ago, I tilted my head slightly so that I could look at the ceiling.

"I fell like something bad's about to happen", I suddenly mumbled, not really thinking about what I was saying.

There was this queasy feeling in my chest. It made me feel like there were weights on my shoulders, trying to pull me down.

I couldn't breathe in properly and my heart was feeling heavy.

"What do you mean?"

"I don't know", I responded and snuggled even more into his chest, "I just have the feeling like everything around us will crumble down. Something's not right."

"Maybe you just had a bad dream and your subconscious is still holding onto that", Jimin said.

His hand calmingly brushed through my hair and I closed my eyes again and hummed in response.

That's not it, I thought. Something bad would happen, I was sure of it. Something that would hurt someone, something that would destroy something.

As much as I wanted to relax and enjoy this intimate moment we shared, I couldn't let go of this unknown feeling.

I inhaled, my breath shaky. The fact that I couldn't tell what was about to happen or when made me feel anxious.

As I mildly tightened my grip in Jimin's hair, I sighed. I would need to watch out for my girls.

All I could do was wait.
Wait for something to happen, wait for the chaos to start.