The Definition Of Forever (Inked Hearts 1)

Seventy-three

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Diana first person POV:

As it turns out, Jungkook and I share a preference in yet another thing: we both like to sleep in the coldest temperature possible. I don't know what it is, but I like to be snuggled up under multiple layers of warm fuzzy blankets, and breathe in the cold crisp air filling the room.

But this was something I realized only after I exited the chill room into the much warmer hallway, where I met Jin Oppa and he asked me how I slept in – to use his own words: "The belly of Alaska." – and told me that Jungkook was always annoying for him to sleep with because he preferred the AC on high at night, and had to get his own cooling system for his room when they moved in here.

Now walking down the stairs and into the living room I see that someone must have cleaned up the mess from last night, and I curse myself for not helping last night.

"So how did you sleep?" I ask Jin Oppa as we walk to the kitchen together.

"Very well, thanks!" he says brightly, but then glances back at the way we came with an affectionate smile and adds, "Kate might be asleep for a little while longer though. She was pretty tired last night."

Nodding my head, I push open the kitchen door open and walk inside with Jin Oppa close behind me. I've just rounded the corner of the island when I let out a startled squeak and jump slightly.

Coming to my side to see what the problem is, Jin Oppa sighs loudly and crosses his arms.

"Jimin! What are you doing on the kitchen floor!?!" he scolds.

Jimin lies in a heap in the alley between the island and the counters, cupboards, sink, and stove on the other side. With his legs sprawled out behind him, and his arms flailed about in odd positions, he looks quite strange. A thick red hoodie and grey sweatpants covering his body, only his feet, hands, and parts of his face are visible through his messy morning hair.

Picking his head up off the floor and looking up at us he gives a sleepy shrug with a puppy-like lopsided grin, rolls over onto his back to look at us upside down.

"I thought we had agreed 'no laying on the kitchen floor'!" Jin Oppa says sternly.

"I never agreed to that." He reaches his arms up in the air and gives them a stretch. "Besides, it's my kitchen too!"

"Well, what were you doing?" I step in, walking over and offering my hand to help him up.

Jimin takes my hand happily and easily pulls himself up to his feet in the blink of an eye. "Well, let's see... I woke up and Hobi Hyung was still asleep, so I came downstairs... but everybody else was asleep... So I went into the kitchen and here you are now." He smiles at me.

"I meant:" I clarify with lowered eyebrows but an amused smile, "what were you doing on the floor?"

"Nothing. He just lays there." Jin Oppa sighs and shakes his head. "Well, if you're up, you can help us make breakfast."

"Alright," Jimin says and rubs at his eyes for a second. "What are we making?"

Jin Oppa thinks for a second before turning to me with a polite smile. "What would you like?"

"Me?" I ask, turning slightly as if he were talking to someone standing behind me.

"Yes, you!" he laughs in a high-pitched voice. "You are our guest after all."