#r drabbles

[ra1nchester]

Heavily touchstarved dean angsting in his room before y/n comes to find out what's wrong. Bonus if he's resistant to cuddling until y/n insists and climbs on top of him. Just something sweet and romantic, double bonus if nonsexual intimacy <3

yesyesyes touch starved dean my baby

drabble under the cut! ( i got a wee bit carried away oops)

he's been quiet, but not in a "hunt gone wrong" way. he's been distant, but there. you had enough of the weird aura around him and decide to check up on him. you find him staring at the ceiling like it owes him answers, his arm behind his head.

"dean?"

"hm?" he doesn't lift his head to look at you

you walk over to the side of his bed, looking down at him but he doesn't meet your gaze. there's something in his eyes you can't quite place. longing?

your hand lands on top of his, he stills. body goes rigid like it stung him. you notice it—of course you do— but you chose to not point it out.

"whats going on in your head?" you ask "you've been weird all day, de."

"m'fine, sweetheart. just tired s'all"

you nod, your hand going to cup his cheek, he almost flinches, your thumb running over the soft skin under his eye. after a beat, he leans into your hand, eyes closed.

"you sure you're okay?" your voice is softer than before, as if trying to coax the real answer from him.

"s'just some stuff I'm thinking about," he prys your hand off his face "im alright."

"you don't seem alright"

"i am, just go back to doing what you were doing, yeah?"

you shake your head, climbing next to him on the bed. making a space for yourself next to him.

"you don't have to do this—"

"i know," you rest your head on his shoulder "i want to."

"but—"

you've had enough of his deflection. you manage to plop yourself on top of his and you feel him almost melt under you. his shoulders release and he let's out a deep, long sigh. your legs tangle with his as his arms wrap around your back. hugging you to his chest like a teddy bear.

no more words need to be said, he simply just needed you and only you to be there. even if that means you acting as a weighted human blanket.

[out-of-jams]

42 & taehyung, please. 💕

Taehyung + 42 (from this prompt list) (ft. Jungkook)

requested by: @yourdelights

Word Count: 1k (I was only gonna write a paragraph or two. Oops lmfaooo).

Warnings/Genre: Drabble. Fluff. Slight angst if you squint. College!au.

Prompt sentence: “I’m only here to establish an alibi.”

“Uh.”

You ignored the confused look you were being given by the boy sitting across the tiny cafe table from you. Instead, you plucked a plastic menu from out between the napkin dispenser and an almost empty bottle of ketchup. The sound it made when you held it up in front of your face was obnoxious. Almost enough to drown out the boy across from you.

“Excuse me.” His wavy brown hair poked out from over the top of the menu as he attempted to catch your eye. But you weren’t paying attention to him, too fixated on someone else to bother. 

You couldn’t blame him for the confusion. Since you had just sat yourself down at his table without even asking. It’d been a spur of the moment decision, one born from desperation and slight masochism. 

He leaned his head around the plastic blocking your face with his eyebrows scrunched in bewilderment. And maybe if you were paying attention, you would have noticed how attractive he was. With his sun-kissed skin and stunning features. Or how his eyes were a beautiful shade of deep brown with lashes that, while they didn’t brush against the apples of his cheeks, were still pretty in their own right. Or how his long, jean clad legs barely fit beneath the small table.

You didn’t notice any of it.

Because you were too busy staring at the couple sitting at the booth by the window. Mesmerized in the worst way possible at the way the girl braced her elbows against the table to flutter her eyelashes at the boy across from her. And your breath hitched when he leaned forward to speak words that you couldn’t hear. Felt your heart break just a little bit more when she reached for his hand and he let her. 

You should have known. And you had, deep down. But had stubbornly refused to heed Jimin’s warning when he’d told you that Jungkook was a fuckboy. That he only slept around and refused to commit to a relationship. And just like the idiot you were, you’d given him the benefit of the doubt. Had fallen right into his trap and gave him exactly what he wanted.

It wasn’t your fault that you had feelings for him, had been in love with him since you’d first laid eyes on him freshman year. Couldn’t say no when he’d brushed his fingers down the length of your arm and lead you away from the frat party. Weaved a fairy tail with the tip of his silver tongue. Made you think that you were different.

But you weren’t.

“Can I help you?” 

The menu being lowered from your face by a slender hand brought you back to the present. And you looked up to meet the confused eyes of the boy who’s table you’d stolen. You’d never seen him before. He wasn’t in any of your classes, nor had you run across him on campus. 

You would have remembered a face like that. 

His ringed hand was still on the menu, pressing it down onto the table. The many multicolored bracelets on his wrist were a stark contrast against the white, plastic covered paper. Even with the sleeves of his overly large red and white stripped sweater hanging off of his slim frame, he was attractive. Handsome. But lacked the overbearing confidence that normally attracted you to a person. 

“Sorry. I’ll leave in a minute. I just–” Your eyes flickered back over to the booth by the window just in time to see Jungkook stand up with the girl-of-the-week shrugging her jacket on. “I’m only here to establish an alibi.”

“A what?” Unnamed boy’s eyebrows shot up past the wavy bangs covering his forehead. 

You looked back at him quickly, taking notice of the half-empty mug of whatever placed off to the side of an opened sketchbook. A pencil dangled from the fingers of his other hand. “An alibi. You know, an excuse.”

The corners of his mouth twitched in what looked like amusement. “I know what an alibi is. What do you need one for?” 

“I–” Your eyes widened when Jungkook turned to look over his shoulder right as they reached the register to pay. He wasn’t looking for you. You could tell by the way his head tilted in confusion at seeing you. 

The cafe you were in wasn’t on campus, or even close to it. So you being there at the same time as his “date,” when you’d hooked up two days ago was probably a little strange. Suspicious. And it sent panic rushing through your veins at the thought of getting caught.

“Oh, I see.”

Breaking eye contact with a befuddled Jungkook as he turned to pay, you blinked at the boy across from you. He had the rim of his ceramic blue mug pressed to his lips. Though you could see the box shaped smile hiding behind it. 

“See what?” You frowned.

He just swallowed a sip of whatever he was drinking (that smelled suspiciously like tea). “You’re spying.”

“Spying?” You sputtered as you leaned back into your chair. And you knew the way your cheeks were heating up under his knowing stare that you were giving yourself away. But you couldn’t help but deny it. “I’m not spying on him.” 

“I never said you were spying on him.” He nodded his head towards Jungkook’s back. “But you just did.”

You were caught. You knew it, he knew it. Hell, the old man sitting at the table behind you probably knew it too. 

“Taehyung.” 

“Huh?” You asked. 

He lifted a playful eyebrow. “My name. It’s Taehyung. I thought you’d probably need to know it if you’re gonna use me as an alibi.” 

Taehyung’s voice was deep and it didn’t match his slim figure at all. But it was nice to listen to.

“Oh.” You sniffed before extending a hand towards him. “Y/n.”

The palm of his hand was soft, yet callused in places that made you wonder how he got them. 

“So, Y/n.” Taehyung braced his elbows on the table and captured your gaze with his warm brown eyes. “What did he do? To warrant you needing an alibi, I mean.” 

[ra1nchester]

A Sammy thought for you if you're interested!

You're hurt, nothing ridiculous, you just got thrown around a bit more than the boys and now your back is aching. You're laying on the too small couch in the motel room, there's only 2 beds and Sam and Dean called shotgun before you entered the room. You're watching whatever you can find on TV, stretching back, trying to wait for your pain killers to kick in. Sam walks in, head down like a sad puppy. He's adorably guilty, he didn't get you out in time, but you don't blame him. He's hovering, trying to get anything and everything for you and you tell him to just sit down. You try to sit up and wince and he's immediately stopping you, pushing you to lay back down and take it easy. You finally fold and he has this kicked dog look to him, like seeing you in pain hurts him. You're too tired to give a fuck and Dean gave you "ibuprofen" that's starting to make you feel perfectly fuzzy. So, you run your fingers through Sam's hair. It's a little odd but he likes it, leaning into your touch. It only takes a moment for you to be full-on patting him where he sits on the floor, he really, really is like a puppy, but he's your puppy.

No pressure to write anything about this ofc!! Just thought you might like it <3

i actually love this so much, i just love sammy with puppy mannerisms it matches him so well ^^

drabble under the cut!

your spine aches, not a sharp pain though. it's more of a dull throb every time you shift. the lumpy couch doesn't help either, the noise coming from the TV is at least some kind of distraction. other than a very sad sam sitting on the other end of the couch.

you shift slightly.

"do you need anything? are you hungry?" he's instantly on his feet. "is it your back?

"sap." dean gruffs from the bed

Sam shoots him a hardened glare to shut him up

"im fine, really" you attempt to assure him, his wide hazel eyes looking into yours

"okay, but if your needs anything im—"

"right here? yeah i know sam. im okay though" a small smile plays on your lips to try and show him you felt fine.

he believed you until you tried to get up after feeling a small tingling in the back of your head —probably from the suspicious pill dean had given you when you got back to the motel— once he saw you wince, he was at your side in a heartbeat.

"nope," he gently coaxes you back down "you're not getting up just yet."

you chuckle at how sweet he looks right now, you can just imagine his puppy ears pinned back against his hair. you reach up to touch his hair as if checking if there weren't fluffy ears there. he leans down for you to reach better, as if giving you what you wanted would help you forgive him.

eventually he finds himself sitting on the floor, back against the couch as you scratch lightly at his scalp. as one would do behind a dog's ear. your eyes are droopy which is what you believe is exhaustion. but dean smirks as he knows the true reason to why your mind feels all fuzzy. sams mind, on the other hand, has taken a sleepy haze at the feeling of your fingers carding through his hair.

your sure if he had a tail, it would be wagging.

[out-of-jams]

can we have 34 with namjoon pls :3

Namjoon + 34 (from this prompt list)

requested by: anonymous

Word Count: 248

Warnings/Genre: Fluff. Established relationship.

Prompt sentence(s): “Now I know where half my wardrobe went.”

You were frozen.

Caught dead.

All you could do was stare wide eyed at your boyfriend through the floor length mirror. Maybe if you didn’t move, he wouldn’t see you. 

“What’re you doing?” Namjoon crossed his arms and leaned against the door to the bathroom. His brunette hair was still styled from the interview he’d more than likely came straight from. Although his white dress shirt looked a little ruffled from where he untucked it from his pants. 

“I don’t know what you’re referring to?” You questioned, raising an eyebrow as if you hadn’t just been struggling to roll up the bottom of the jeans you’d shimmied into. 

He made a face. The same one that appeared whenever the maknae line were up to no good, but you simply pretended not to see it. Especially with the way fond amusement was swimming within the depths of his warm brown eyes. 

“Did you raid the dorms while we were gone or something?” Namjoon nodded his head at the messy pile of clothes on the bathroom counter. 

When his playful gaze met yours again, you just shrugged. “I saw this thing on Pinterest about how to style your boyfriend’s clothes.” 

Namjoon’s cheeks puffed in an effort to restrain the laughter that bubbled up his throat. Especially when he glanced down where the pant legs to his favorite jeans covered your feet and pooled on the tiled floor. “Now I know where half my wardrobe went. I thought we’d been robbed.”

[out-of-jams]

37,48- Tae

Tae + 37 + 48 (from this prompt list)

requested by: anonymous

Word Count: 506

Warnings/Genre: Angst. Soulmate!au. Starcrossed lovers.

Prompt sentence(s): “Lie to me then.” + “You make me want things I can’t have.”

You knew that you weren’t supposed to be there. Wrapped up in arms, tucked beneath the warm blankets on his bed. Nor were you supposed to be soaking it in, soaking him in. But you couldn’t help it. Didn’t have any other choice, really.

Because the clock was ticking down.

You didn’t have much time left.

And neither did he.

“What do you think she’ll be like?” Your question was mumbled into his neck, lips brushing across his warm skin like it would be the last time. 

Probably because it would be.

Taehyung didn’t answer. Not at first. Just carded his long, slender fingers through your hair. Until he took a deep breath and spoke into the hushed air.

“I don’t care.” 

You sighed. Though it came out shaky, you tried your best to sound happy for him. “But she’s your soulmate, Tae.”

His lips pressed softly to your forehead. And you closed your eyes. Imprinted the memory to look back on later. “You’re my soulmate.” 

Your fingers fisted his white cotton shirt tightly. And you inhaled deeply, the scent of the laundry detergent he favored mixed with his body wash filled your nose. And sprang tears to your eyes. 

“But I’m not.” Lips pressed together to prevent the sobs that threatened to rack your body, you squeezed your eyes shut. “The clock on your wrist says so.” 

It did. 

The seconds that ticked away into minutes that faded to two hours. Two. 

And then he wouldn’t be yours anymore. 

It shouldn’t have come as such a surprise. You’d known that you weren’t meant to be three minutes and forty-eight seconds into your eighteenth birthday. He’d been standing beside you with your hand held in his and hope shining in his eyes. 

And you’d been forced to watch the smile fade from his face when the timer etched itself under your skin. Read out a time that didn’t match his. 

Seven hours, nine minutes, and fifteen seconds.

Separated you from the only person you’d ever loved. And the only one you probably would. You’d grown up together after all. Both of your parents had thought that you’d end up together. That your time would match up with his.

But it didn’t.

And now you didn’t have much time.

“I don’t care about her.” Taehyung’s fingers tightened in your hair. “I won’t.”

That time there was nothing you could do to stop the tears from spilling down your cheeks. Staining his white t-shirt grey. 

“You make me want things I can’t have.” That’d been the first words he’d said to you after your timer was tattooed onto your wrist. Four minutes and twenty-two seconds after your birthday.

“You know that’s not true.” You choked. 

One hour, thirty-nine minutes, and fifty-eight seconds.

“Lie to me then.” 

And if his tears soaked into your hair, you didn’t acknowledge it. Just buried yourself into him further and whispered the words he wanted to hear.

Because the clock was ticking down.

You didn’t have much time left.

And neither did he.

[out-of-jams]

May I request waking up with Jimin 🥺

Hope you like it! :)

Word Count: 300. (Sorry it’s so short, but I liked it this way!)

Warnings/Genre: Fluff. Drabble.

To say that you were comfortable would have been an understatement.

Because you were more than that.

As you lay on your side, the light that streamed across your closed eyelids would’ve been enough to draw a frown onto your lips. You weren’t a morning person, never had been. Especially not on your day off. Normally, you would’ve just rolled onto your other side with an annoyed huff and gone right back to sleep.

But not now.

Because curled around you with his chest pressed to your back and his arms wrapped around your frame, was the only exception to your rule. The only person who you’d willingly wake up so early in the morning for. If only to feel his calming heartbeat through the thin material of your cotton shirt. Or to listen to the soft, warm breaths that caressed the side of your cheek like an old friend. To cherish one of the rare moments that you’d have to be in his arms before he left the country again.

You had a stressful job. A lot of responsibilities piled on top of your shoulders.

But Park Jimin was your peace.

So you’d lie there, half-awake with your eyes still closed and the sun beaming a tattoo onto your skin. And wish that you had the power to change time. To freeze it in its tracks and stay in that moment forever.

If only to listen to him grumble in his sleep.

To press yourself further back into his warmth. To feel his arms tighten around you like he’d never let go. And let a soft sigh escape your lips as he nuzzled the side of your neck with a sleepy, nonsensical mumble.

Yeah.

You’d give up sleep any day if it meant just a few more moments in his arms.

[out-of-jams]

9 and 45 with jinnie?

**Important note: I’m not currently taking any more prompt requests than what’s in my inbox right now.

Seokjin + 9 + 45 (from this prompt list) (Ft: Jungkook.)

requested by: anonymous

Word Count: 645

Warnings/Genre: College!au. Unrequited love. Pining. Drabble. Angst. Light fluff. 

Prompt sentence: “You’re in love with her.” + “How much of that did you hear?”

You were frozen.

With your heart stalled in your chest and eyes widened in shock.

“You’re in love with her.” Five words. 18 letters. 

All seven pairs of eyes were riveted on the tall, broad shouldered man who stood in the doorway to the living room. He was also frozen halfway from sticking his phone back into the front pocket of his jeans.

“I—what?” Seokjin stuttered, dark eyes wide. “How much of that did you hear?”

“Enough.” Jungkook’s unnecessarily large, muscled arm was thrown along the back of the couch you sat on. And he had that grin on his face. The same exact one that always made an appearance whenever he was being a little shit.

He was referring to the phone call that the eldest male had just come back from. Seokjin’s obnoxious ringtone had gone off right as the group of you started playing a drinking game. And with the way he’d rushed out of the room to answer it, you knew exactly who it’d been.

The girl he’d just started dating two months ago. At first you hadn’t been very concerned. Sure, when he’d confessed to getting in a new relationship to you over coffee, you’d been hurt. Upset.

Who wouldn’t, when the one person you’d been in love with for years started dating someone new. Someone who wasn’t you?

But you hadn’t been worried because Seokjin never committed to girls long term. He was what the group of you liked to call a serial monogamist. Hell, the longest relationship he’d ever had lasted four months until he found something he disliked about her and latched onto it. Until it began to bother him so much that he used it as an excuse to dump her.

“‘Love you too.’” Taehyung, who was sprawled out on the carpeted floor between the two couches, mocked in a high pitched voice.

“Hey, haven’t you ever learned that it’s rude to listen in on people’s conversations?” Seokjin crosses the rest of the room to fall back down onto the othe couch next to Namjoon.

Hoseok stepped back into the room with a cup poured with whatever alcoholic concoction he’d brewed up. “So you admit it then. Seokjinnie’s in love!”

Love. One word. Four letters. You’d only ever heard it leave his plush lips when it was directed towards his mother. Or your friends whenever he got too drunk. But never like this.

Never for a woman.

“Who woulda thought this day would ever come.” Yoongi smirked into his cup.

“It’s not a big deal.” Seokjin shrugged and braced his elbows on his knees. “Anyway, what game are we playing?”

His deflection worked to turn the attention away from himself.

But as the rest of the boys argued over what game to play, you hid your emotional tourmoil with a giant gulp out of your plastic cup. Whatever disgusting mixture of vodka and soda did its best to drown out that persistent pang in your chest, but couldn’t bury it completely.

An arm wound itself around your shoulder.

Confused, you lifted your head to glance over at Jungkook. He wasn’t looking at you, but the longer you stared at his sharp profile, the more dread you felt.

Did he know? He totally did. He knew.

Or maybe that was just the alcohol running through your veins. Yeah, that was it. Yeah. At least you hoped so.

Though when he pulled you against his muscled side and his body heat seared through his black t-shirt, you let him. It wasn’t a big deal. Nor was it the first time you’d shared friendly skinship, so you didn’t think anything of it.

Ignoring the bickering still happening, you threw back the rest of the contents in your cup. And completely missed the tiny smile that pulled at Jungkook’s lips when you relaxed further into him.

[out-of-jams]

Hi! I just started following bc I read airplane mode (which, holy. freekinn. crows. so good 🥺🥰) so here’s a random drabble request(?) (idea?? Idk I’ve never done this before???) to hopefully help you warm up: Getting home after a really day to your favorite person (idk if they’re an s/o or a best friend or something else) having made you dinner and a movie completely unprompted—but something mayhaps goes wrong?

Hi! I’m glad you like APM!🥰🥰 Also, thank you for the request! :) I’m glad to be your first haha. Writing this literally made me so soft. And I accidentally made it a lot longer than I’d intended. Oops? I hope you like it!!

Pairing: ?/Reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings/Genre: Roomate!au. Soft, soft fluff. A little angst if you literally squint. Small use of bad language.

Listening To As I Write: Serendipity by BTS

You weren’t a philosopher. Hell, the closest you’d ever gotten to the subject was once, when Namjoon had forced you to watch one of his many weird movies. (Not that you’d been able to completely understand it anyway).

But Murphy’s Law was totally kicking your ass.

Because everything that could have possibly gone wrong all day, well, did. And now you were tired and soaking wet from the stupid rain that’d decided to split the sky in half. It’d been sudden. So-much-so that you hadn’t even gotten the chance to take shelter before it completely drenched you, all the way down to your cotton socks.

So to say that you just wanted to get home, take a shower, and bury yourself beneath your freshly washed sheets would have been an understatement. And as you punched the code into the keypad outside your front door and it opened with a chime of a bell, you couldn’t help but uncaringly toe off your shoes and wet socks. You knew that you’d come to regret it later, when your roommate launched them across the room in a hissy fit at them not being put away properly. But you didn’t really care, couldn’t bring yourself to put in the extra effort to move them to the right ten more inches.

Perhaps it was the exhaustion that clouded your brain and prevented you from completely registering your surroundings. Or maybe it was the rain water sticking your eyelashes together and obscuring your vision. Whatever it was, you were completely unprepared for the scene that greeted you as you rounded the wall separating the entrance from the rest of the apartment. And came to a complete halt.

Because your roommate was standing in the middle of the kitchen slicing up what looked to be a homemade pizza. His back was to you, the black and white striped sweater he wore sticking out amongst the brown painted cabinets. And his soft looking blond hair was a styled mess that you knew he most likely spent twenty minutes that morning getting it to look that way.

He was humming quietly beneath his breath, the sound carrying all the way to where you stood. He’d always been a great singer for as long as you’d known him. Which was a long time–three years to be exact. You’d first met through Namjoon, who’d introduced the two of you after realizing that you were both searching for a roommate. Of course, you’d been a little bit skeptical at first; you’d never lived with a man after all. Especially not a complete stranger.

But Park Jimin was nothing short of an absolute sweetheart.

“What’re you doing home?” You asked, watching as he jumped in surprise at the sound of your voice. How had he not heard you come in?

Jimin whipped around with the pizza cutter still in his hand and warm brown eyes blown wide. “You scared me!”

You didn’t even get the chance to formulate a response before his plush lips turned down at the corners. And you could see the concern flash across his face clear as day. “Why are you soaked?”

“If you haven’t noticed,” You pouted and hooked a thumb over your shoulder towards the balcony door, though it was shielded by white curtains. “It’s pouring outside.”

And you knew that you were probably dripping a puddle into the carpet beneath your bare feet, but you couldn’t muster up the energy to be bothered. Jimin, if possible, frowned deeper and set the pizza cutter onto the counter before approaching you.

“You should go take a warm shower.” His hands were on your shoulders now as he gently guided you towards the hallway between the living room and open-concept kitchen. “The pizza should be cooled off by then.”

It was easy not to put up a fight, especially when his warmth seeped through your wet clothes and onto your chilled skin. “Why are you making pizza? I thought you had work today.”

“You texted me that you were having a bad day, remember?” Even though you couldn’t see his face, you could quite clearly hear the smile in his adolescent-esque voice. “I finished up early so I could be here when you got home. Now go shower so we can eat.”

If there was any person in the whole universe who had the ability to completely turn your bad days on their axis, it would be none other than Park Jimin. Especially when he gave your shoulders a comforting squeeze before retreating back down the hall. You turned just in time to see the back of his blond head before he disappeared around the corner.

. . . .

You already felt a lot better as you stepped out of the bathroom, steam following in your wake. It may have been from the hot shower that’d eased your tense muscles, but your money was on the aroma of melted cheese and tomato sauce. And on the man who’d made them.

Them being the keyword.

“How many did you make?” The amused awe couldn’t be kept from your voice, nor your face.

When Jimin looked up from the pan he stood over, you rubbed the sleeves of your oversized hoodie across your eyes playfully. Who it belonged to, you had no idea. Though it most likely had originated from his closet since you had a penchant for stealing his clothes. It wasn’t your fault that the man was more stylish than you were.

“A few.” He shrugged. “Just in case.”

“In case what? The zombie apocalypse?”

Jimin softly swatted your hand out of the way when you reached for one of the slices. Out of the four–four!–full sized pizzas that sat on the kitchen counter in all of their gooey, cheesy goodness. It was your favorite comfort food and you were extremely lucky that it also happened to be one of the only dishes Jimin knew how to make.

His sweet laughter filled the room and unconsciously pulled a smile across your own lips. “Just in case, though I think we’ll end up eating them all during the marathon. You don’t have work tomorrow, right?”

You couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow. “Marathon? What marathon?”

Jimin just gave you a cheeky smile, flashing his cute crooked front tooth, and handed you a plate filled with fresh slices of pizza. And he didn’t answer your question, not at first. Just gestured for you to follow him to the living room where he had blankets, pillows, and drinks lined up on the coffee table.

“The Harry Potter marathon.” 

His answer reached your ears from over his shoulder as he settled down on the couch. You weren’t too far behind, plopping down on the opposite end. Though it was pointless, since you’d just end up gravitating towards one another later as he cuddled up next to you.

“You know I love you, right?” The look you sent him was nothing short of grateful. “Like, you’re the best roommate ever.”

Jimin simply settled for sending you a playful wink before clicking on the television. And with the taste of pizza coating your tongue, there was nothing that could possibly ruin your day.

Until the electricity shut off with a loud boom of thunder. Right as the opening credits rolled.

“No.” You threw your head back with a groan, dropping your slice back onto the plate. Of course.

Jimin pouted in the sudden darkness of the living room. And you could just barely make out his head turning towards you as he patted the couch cushions for something. His face lit up in the soft blue light of his cell phone.

“Come here.” He slid his plate of pizza onto the coffee table and gestured for you to lay down in the small space next to him. “I can just rent the movies off Amazon and we can watch it on my phone.”

Well, you weren’t about to turn down that offer. Not when Jimin was the best cuddler you’d ever met.

Which was exactly how you’d found yourself tucked into his side with one of his arms thrown around you and his phone propped up in the other. And as the opening credits played on the small screen, you wouldn’t trade that day for anything.