While I Sleep™ • ✓

13: Worried

It's night and both Jimin and Taehyung are laid out on the couch. Their energies have dropped to negative and they are unable to even move an inch.

Today's day has been tiring and all they can process right now is that they need a good rest.

"Anything good?" Taehyung asks, his tone fallen down into the minimum volume and body flopped against the backrest of the couch. Head laid back on couch and eyes shut for some rest. 

Jimin hums in response as he switches through the channels on the television. Jimin's arm rests on his thigh with his wrist on his knee. The TV remote tends to slip from his hands due to the tiredness but Jimin holds on to it and switches the channels as the slides on the screen flicker.

"I can break that thing any moment now." Taehyung groans in ire, referring to the sound of the television. He squirms a little in his place, trying to find a cosy position to sleep in. With his arm linked with Jimin's, he snuggles closer to his friend, shoving his face in the nape of Jimin's neck.

It's awkward for an outsider if they see this particular sight. Jimin and Taehyung's position will make anybody think that they are a part of the LGBTQ++ community, and there is nothing wrong with that, but to Jimin and Taehyung, this is just a simple and normal sign of their close friendship.

And what makes the situation more lucid, is that they are tired to the infinity and beyond. Thier bodies are at a loss of their souls and it's hard for them to even move the slightest of their finger.

Jimin and Taehyung have had a good two hours at the gym tonight.

For Taehyung, it's been a long three months since he's been to the gym and his body feels paralyzed right now. His arms are numb and his feet have fallen stationary, resulting in an immobile Kim Taehyung.

Jimin (very weakly) reduces the volume of the television, his hand shaking out of exhaustion. The light of the big forty-five inch TV pierces into his eyes, a stinging feeling marking it's dominance in his eyes.

"Damn, that hurts." Jimin blinks a few times.

He places the TV remote on the stand — next to the couch — and slowly brings up his hands up till his face. He presses the heels of his palms onto his eyes, slowly massaging them in a circular motion. A little water accumulates in his eyes, bringing out the details of his tiredness.

A long and jaded sigh flows out of Jimin's mouth as his lips slightly part. His back hunches and he lets his back hit against the soft backrest, the cushion sending soothing and relaxing waves into his broad back.

"Damn." Jimin moans (in physical pleasure), eyes slowly shutting and mind drifting off into a somniferous ride of sleep.

A tiny simper breaks Jimin out of his trance if pleasure and he laboriously lifts his head to look at the one who broke his beautiful moment. His eyes have already narrowed themselves and his head is bobbing with fury.

A sleepy Taehyung's looking up at Jimin. His adorable, boxy smile has come into action and his eyes have vanished; the only thing that can be seen is the line of his eyes.

"What?" Jimin frowns, getting irked my Taehyung's simper.

"You did it." Taehyung cheekily replies.

"Did what?" Jimin asks.

"It." Taehyung says.

Jimin inhales deeply, his bottom already trapped between his incisors. He massages his temple with his index finger as he averts his gaze back to Taehyung. "If you're gonna keep troubling me, then I'm going to my room." He says sternly.

"It's not my fault you moaned." Taehyung pouts, crumbling into a small position as he folds his hands over his chest. "Don't blame me." He adds on.

Jimin laughs, his hand slapping his thigh. His laugh irks Taehyung, because Taehyung's got no idea for why his fellow friend is laughing. "What is it?" Taehyung asks his friend, who taunts him with an irksome laughter.

"You are a pervert." Jimin says amidst his laughter.

"How?"

"You considered my moan as the wrong one." Jimin says, his laughter finally subsiding.

"It was a moan. Don't blame me." Taehyung says as keeps his head in Jimin's shoulder again and snuggles closer to him, giving himself the perfect position to sleep in.

Not wasting anymore time, Jimin lays back on the couch, spine laid straight and body relaxed. His eyes shut themselves soon enough and his breaths have become slower and steady, implying that he's almost asleep.

"Jimin." Taehyung husky voice speaks out of nowhere.

Jimin just hums in return, too tired to even look at his friend. His skin shines when the light comes in contact with his angelic face.

"What if Jungkook does something inappropriate?" Taehyung asks.

Jimin's sleep runs away and he turns his head towards Taehyung as his brows furrow. Taehyung' already in seated posture, eyes fallen deep in concern.

What if Jungkook does something inappropriate?

"Elaborate." Says Jimin, the aura around them eerie and serious.

"What if Jungkook tries to, well...you know what I'm talking about." Taehyung hesitantly replies.

Commit suicide?

"He won't." Jimin says, "He shouldn't."

"But what if he does?" Taehyung puts a question to his fellow friend.

"We won't let him." Jimin is stern enough with his statement. He looks heck serious and his jaw has suddenly clenched, not in anger, but unsurety.

Jimin bites the corner of his lip, now sitting with his face shoved into his palms as he lets out a deep sigh.

Jimin switches off the main tubelight, the lamp now being the only object emitting light. He presses the heels of his palms to eyes, rubbing them (his eyes) a little.

"It will all be fine." Jimin speaks, "Don't worry. It's going to be just fine."

Taehyung is still dubious, but nods nonetheless, drowning back into the soft cushion of the couch.

"Go to sleep." Says Jimin, drifting off to sleep.

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