The Spawn

Twenty Three

Finally he's managed to release his load and clean himself up enough, he gets out of the shower and unfortunately puts clothes on.

Just for Yeosang's sake.

Hopefully he wouldn't mind the laced panties though, not like he'll see them now either way.

Once Jimin was done, he gets out of the bathroom and halts in his steps upon seeing Yeosang sitting patiently on the king sized mattress. He's on his phone and didn't even spare a look at Jimin when the other walked out of the bathroom, only moves past him and closes the door behind him.

Well..... This really did just got insanely awkward.

Well what did they expect honestly?

Jimin only sighs to the empty room as he adjusts his oversized black shirt to tug it lower down his bare legs, unable to handle sleeping in pants, and goes to brush his hair before diving into the silk sheets of the bed and takes his phone out.

Of course, multiple messages are displayed on his phone.

A couple from Yoongi.

One from Namjoon apologizing for what happened earlier.

Another from Seokjin wanting another round.

Hoseok inviting him to go to a bar, knowing perfectly well how that'll end up.

Not one from Joshua since he's probably busy, not like that's ever a problem.

Just the same shit.

Fuck! Jimin should get a new fucking number.

Annoyedly he slams his phone against the wall, obviously not breaking it, and snuggles to the pillow. Even if he's not tired, he just closes his eyes in hopes the world fades away slowly.

That reality will eventually fade away because he can't take more of this.

Sometimes talking to people isn't exactly something Jimin likes to do all of the time, just like now he likes to be alone and be in his own world without disturbance.

Sadly thy never happens.

It felt like an alarm just flickered off because the second the water from the bathroom shuts off, Jimin shoots his eyes open with his back to the door.

Yeosang is done.

Here comes the moment of truth.

Hearing the door creaking behind him isn't exactly something he enjoys listening to, but after all he hears is the sound of ruffling and suddenly the lights are flickers off. The bed dips to the other far end, still close enough for Jimin to feel it, and then it was just silent.

So they are sleeping together, great.

Jimin couldn't sleep now.

Judging by Yeosang's breathing, that's not a sleeping pattern, he's still awake.

Most likely looking up at the ceiling.

Neither of them could say anything, and it's one of those times where words aren't even needed.

Yet somewhat necessary.