Normalcy returned that night, and I couldn't complain. It annoyed the shit out of me that I couldn't even sleep without hearing his breathing next to me. I began testing the theory, trying to sneak out every few nights. Every time, without fail, he woke up and told me off for trying to sneak out. Of course, that'd lead to us physically fighting, me pinning him to the ground, then getting back in bed to sleep. I couldn't forget it, though, the way his hand had pulled me closer. I still didn't know what I'd wanted to happen. I'd been drilling it over and over in my head, but I couldn't figure it out. Even when I went to sleep, it was on my eyelids.
~~~~~
I finish slurping my ramen, then I put my bowl down. There was a recon mission going on, so Namjoon had let it pass for only two to go. Jungkook and Taehyung had volunteered, and they were out right now. They decided to pretend to apply at Chae's company to see what he'd say under false pretenses. They'd left a couple hours before, but no one was concerned. As much as his men wanted us, he didn't know their faces or voices. He only knew mine, which is why I was now forbidden from leaving the house. They let me out occasionally for night strolls or dawn walks, but those were far and few.
I set my chopsticks down and yawn. I kind of wanted to watch a movie, but I still hadn't figured out how to change the TV from channels to DVD player. I had no idea where Jimin was at that moment, so I just sighed.
I go upstairs, peeking my head into the suit shop. Jin was crouched over one, stitching it together. He looked very focused, and part of me would feel bad if I disturbed him. Still, I'm bored out of my mind. I want my movie.
"Jin."
He jumps up, and he barely kept from stabbing himself. "Fuck! Yes? What?"
I smile. "Can you set up a movie for me? One of the next ones on Jungkook's list?"
His eyebrows go up and he smiles, but I can tell from the glow in his eyes that he was annoyed by that. "You want me to put in a movie for you. That's why you scared the shit out of me." He sets the needle down. "Sure. I got it. If you do that again, though, I'm going to stab you."
"Thank you," I hum.
He comes down the stairs after me, rubbing his eyes. He looked a bit tired, but he didn't seem bothered by it. He sets to putting the movie in, changing the TV setting, starting up the player, and hitting play. He even stayed to set up the subtitles.
"You can hit play and pause, right?"
I nod and take the remote. "Thanks. I won't bother you again."
He smiles softly before rustling my hair. "Whatever. You youngsters..." He goes back upstairs with a wave.
I settle into watching the movie. Scenes begin playing, a guy steps out of a portal, he's got a devil smile and a green suit, and he's set on world domination. Naturally, a ragtag team comes together because that's, apparently, an American staple, and they go to fight the green suit guy. It was some impressive stuff, and I began to understand why Jungkook loved them so much. I was getting to the good part when I got hit with the worst urge to go to the bathroom. I wanted to finish it, but I just had to. I get up and head to the bathroom in my shared room. I open the door, trying to go fast, but I stop when steam hits my face.
And holy shit.
Jimin's wide eyes stare back at me, his towel ruffling his hair. His lips were parted in utter shock. Everything was on display, from the beautiful black strands to the tips of his toes. I finally saw where that v-line pointed to, and my brain seemed to stop functioning. I couldn't help but stare. That comment he made about which member he was? On point. A hundred percent. He was so proportionate, well cut, and so well endowed. He was so perfect from his head to his toes. I'd seen him shirtless so many times, but I still couldn't get over the curvature of his muscles. They were so solid and amazing and I wanted to drag my hands up and down them. His legs were even better, deep lines of tone going from his hips to his ankles. His thighs were so thick and the way his calves were shaped. But that thing between his legs was justㅡgood sized. Well sized. Huge sized. Large. Big. Gigantic.
His hands slam down to cover himself, the towel coming with them. "Wha-What are youㅡWhy are youㅡYou'reㅡGet the fuck out!"
I'm not sure what was worse. The red on my face, or the red on his. My eyes or his. Was his heart pounding like mine?
"Right! Yes!"
I run out of the bathroom and close the door behind me. My hand didn't leave the doorknob, though. That image was ingrained in my eyeballs. His hair. His eyes. His lips. His chest. His abs. His legs. His thing. It was everywhere in my memories. I tried to conjure something else up, but it was just that. I can't deny that I'd thought he was lying. Maybe exaggerating. Anything to talk his way out of that situation. But fuck. Fuck. Shit.
I rush upstairs, not even bothering to warn Jin. He wasn't sewing this time, thankfully, though he was still shocked.
His eyebrows furrowed and his mouth opened to say something, but I stopped him.
"Hi! Teach me! Uh, new sewing! Yeah! Show me how you stitch wounds! Or something!"
Naturally, this was all very rushed, and I barely understood a word I said.
To his credit, he only looked confused. "What?"
I gesture to his stuff. "Sewing!"
He laughs. "What happened to you? Why are you so red?"
I point to his stuff again, forcing my panting to slow. "Sewing."
He sits down at the table, and I sit next to him, but he laughed again. "You going to tell me?"
I shake my head. "Sewing."
"Just tell me later," he sighs, then he scooted in.
~~~~~
"You WHAT?!"
I shush Jin loudly and quickly, flapping my hands in front of him. "He's right down-fucking-stairs! Shut up!"
He covers his mouth. "Did you like it?"
"No! Of course not!" I take a deep breath and put my hands on the table. "It was a visual assault."
His eyebrows go up. "I don't think so. That blush on your face and your flustered movements tell me otherwise."
I glare at him. "You did not learn that being a doctor."
"I took psychology," he replied simply. "I remember bits and pieces. Either way, you're way more embarrassed than you've ever been seeing him shirtless."
"Because he was butt naked!"
"He has a nice butt, doesn't he?"
"Yes!" I frown. "No! Of course not! I wasn't even looking there!"
"Oh, you had the frontal view?"
I bury my face into my hands.
"Is he as big as he brags? Taehyung's the one who likes to jump into showers, so I don't know."
I groan as loudly as I can.
"So he is."
"You're the absolute worst."
He taps my shoulder. "I'll make you dinner to make up for it."
"You already make dinner."
"Damn, got me there."
I laugh lightly and pull my head out of my hands. "We can't share the bed today. It's just not going to happen."
"Jimin's probably moving himself to one of the couches right now," he hums.
"Ah, but I..." I trail off, not really wanting to admit aloud that I needed the sound of his breathing to sleep.
"But what?"
I sigh loudly. "He needs to be in the room. That's it."
He lifts a finger. "That's not it. There's more."
"Please leave it?"
He pouts but lets out a breath. "Fine. But I am not blowing up the spare bed for you."
I chuckle lightly. "I wouldn't ask you to anyway."
~~~~~
By that night, I would've preferred to sleep in a jail cell than in the same room as Jimin. He didn't say a single word to anyone for the rest of the day. We didn't meet each other's eyes even once. I would be looking when he wasn't, though, trying to figure out when to talk to him. I had to tell him that I was willing to sleep on the floor so he could have the bed. I just couldn't find the right moment. At dinner, we discussed how Jungkook and Taehyung's reconnaissance went. Afterwards, Taehyung doted on him and asked what was wrong. It was only when he went to get a change of clothes that we were alone.
"Listen, Jimin."
He doesn't even look up from his clothes, but I can see the red that immediately stretched across his face. "No. Don't say anything."
My mouth closes slowly. I watch as he grabs his clothes and moves to leave. I step in front of the closed door, though, keeping it behind me.
"No. You listen to me."
"I don't want to."
He sounded so... annoyed? Reserved? Maybe embarrassed?
"I'm sorry for walking in on you, okay?" I grip onto the doorknob as he steps closer, and the blush on my face soon mirrors his. "Don't leave. I'll sleep on the floor. Just stay in the room."
He cocks an eyebrow.
"Please."
He steps within arm's length. "Why?"
"It's just..." I turn my head away. "Not the same."
He frowns when I use his line. "What's not the same?"
I had no conveniently timed excuse. I didn't want to admit it, though. I didn't want to say those words on the tip of my tongue: 'I can't sleep without you.' How could I say that? Why did I even want to say it? I'd never needed anyone before, so why did I suddenly want him close?
"Please, just..." I hang my head. "Stay."
He didn't reply at first. I couldn't look away from my feet. I didn't want to see if he was angry for not telling him why. I wouldn't be able to handle it if he was set in going outside. I needed sleep tonight, and I needed him to be in the room.
He sighs. "Alright. I got it." He goes back to the bed and sets his clothes down. "I'll take the floor. You need the bed more than I do."
My eyes shoot up. "Not tonight, I don't. I'm the one who did the stupid thing right as we were getting back to normal. I'm the one who made this..." I wave my hands in the air as if to cut the heavy air. "This shit. You know? I'm sleeping on the inflatable bed, and you can't stop me."
"I can stop you."
"No, you can't."
He steps back around the bed, coming towards me. His steps were full of so much purpose that I backed up onto the door. I found myself bracing for somethingㅡnot a punch or fight. He stepped so close that our legs were almost tangled together. There was so little space that if I shifted forward, I'd nudge him.
He smiles slyly. "Yes, I can."
Then he steps back and walks back to his side. He pulls out the inflatable bed and starts pumping it up. He looked satisfied with himself, even though his ears were pink as a spring rose.
I, on the other hand, did not look satisfied. I had no idea what my face looked like. All that I knew was that my heart was pounding monstrous as a stampede. I couldn't move my feet from the spot they were in. I was locked in my position of shock and butterflies.
What is happening to me?