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[magnusbae]

cutest lil meow meow

~in the galaxy~

[kalamaricakes]

Real happiness is ducks

[askultimateluckytrash]

Hajime said there's a good reason that he's working so many hours- and not a good reason for himself or any stranger.

“Even if he’s not cheating on me, it could still be that he just wants to be away from me. An excuse not to have to spend time with me. I guess he can’t fake it anymore.”

[heartkook]

icy || park jimin

Park Jimin x reader

Summary: The heating in your apartment breaks in the middle of the night. The only option is to cuddle to stay warm.

Genre: fluff (roommate!au)

Words: 1888

I was inspired to write this because it’s been snowing all week here which I LOVE but it’s fucKN cold 

The house was warm, in contrast to the biting cold that had been whipping over my skin only a moment earlier. The windows were steamed and I toed my damp shoes off, sinking my feet readily into the soft carpet covering the floor with a sigh.

“I hate winter.” Jimin whined from beside me, slipping his own shoes and coat off and rubbing his hands together. I admired his rosy cheeks and chuckled at his messy hair as he stepped forward to unwrap the scarf from around my neck. 

“It does make you look cute though.” He tilted his head with a small grin, eyes flickering around my frozen face, and I tried to ignore the way my heart immediately sped up, my cheeks quickly growing hot despite the cold.

Jimin and I had lived together for about a year. I don’t know when I started liking him - it had happened slowly; I barely noticed it until I suddenly found myself having the overwhelming urge to press my lips against his. I wanted him to know how I felt; I wanted to tell him how much he meant to me, how much he brightened every day; I wanted him to wrap his arms around me and kiss me.

But I couldn’t be sure that would happen, so I put off telling him. I was so terrified of ruining what we already had.

“Make me food?” He pouted from his position on the couch, big eyes instantly causing my stomach to flip. I rolled my eyes and nodded, grinning as he cheered and jumped up to follow me into the kitchen.

Jimin almost fell asleep at the table and before he could face plant into his food I had dragged him to bed, giggling as he sleepily rambled to me on the way up the stairs. I watched him curl into his covers, mumbling a tired ‘thank you’ before promptly falling asleep. I returned to my own room with a smile fixed on my face, twisting into my own covers, ready for a well-needed rest. 

But I didn’t get one.

The first thing I noticed when I woke up was the cold. I turned over, rubbing my eyes in frustration, and was surprised at how icy my fingers were against my skin. Frowning, I peered around the room. It was still dark. A shiver ran through my body, my fingers practically numb, and I groaned. It was definitely not meant to be this cold.

“Yep, the heating is broken.” Jimin returned from downstairs, hands shoved into his pockets with a pouty expression on his face, teeth visibly chattering. I whined, hugging myself and following him as he walked into his room.

“What are we going to do?” I asked, sitting on his bed and rubbing my hands together.

“We won’t be able to get it fixed until at least tomorrow.” He sighed. He started pulling blankets out of his cupboard and piling them onto his bed, and I joined him, yanking out whatever form of warmth I could find.

“We’ll just have to try and stay warm until morning.” He said, and I nodded, grabbing a couple of blankets for myself.

“I’ll just take these then.” I muttered, already dreading having to return to my freezing room, alone.

“Wait,” he stopped me as I headed to bed, making me linger by the door, “it’s freezing.” I watched as he pulled off the hoodie he was wearing and tossed it to me. I opened my mouth to tell him I didn’t need it – I had plenty of my own, and he must be freezing too. But the words caught in my throat, looking down at the soft material in my hands, and clutched it to my chest, my lips curving into an automatic smile.

“Thanks.” I mumbled fondly. I almost wished he wouldn’t do things like that, it only made it harder.

The smell of the hoodie was intoxicating me. I lay in bed, letting myself imagine it was Jimin’s arms around me, his scent covering my body. His laugh and smile and stupid jokes filled my thoughts, I couldn’t get him out of my head. 

After what felt like hours of just lying there, I heard the door open, and gentle footsteps tread into the room. 

I lifted my head to catch the image of Jimin, wrapped in his blankets, tentatively peering into the room. His hair was sticking up out of his sweater and his socked feet were barely visible beneath the covers; he looked so small that I couldn’t help but to completely melt at the sight of him.

“Jimin?” I asked, sitting up and trying to hide the smile in my voice. He cleared his throat, shuffling closer, and I caught a better look of his face, eyes wide and lips pouty.

“It’s so cold.” He mumbled, shifting from one foot to the other. “Can I get in?”  

I held my breath. I couldn’t stop my lips from curling up, warmth blossoming in my chest and my stomach doing flips.

“Well, it would conserve heat.”

He laughed, nodding, and I shuffled over to make room for him. My heart was beating so fast I was sure he could hear it, and although I told myself my numb fingers were shaking because of the cold, I couldn’t ignore the fluttering in my chest. 

I lifted the covers, and he quickly wriggled in next to me, sighing in relief at the warmth. He was still a few inches away, but I could barely breathe.

We had shared a bed before; at parties or when people came to stay. It had always made my heart race, but this was different. It felt different. I shut my eyes, trying to slow my racing heart, and relishing in the feeling of lying so close to Jimin.

“Come closer.” His voice was low and quiet. My eyes flicked open and my breath caught in my throat at how he was staring at me, lying on his side and blinking up at me tiredly.

“What?” I whispered, barely audible.

“Come closer. It’s still cold.” He whined quietly, his eyes never leaving mine. After a brief moment of deliberation, I forced my muscles to move and slowly shuffled closer to him, unsure of how close I was supposed to get. I stopped a few centimetres away, lying completely still.

He groaned at how far away I still was, and I flinched as he suddenly swung his arm around my waist and tugged me closer to him. He wrapped my body tightly against his and held his cheek against my head, humming sleepily. I was frozen, my mouth still open in shock as my face was pushed into his chest, his breath tickling the hairs on my neck as he wriggled himself even closer to me.

I was sure my heart was going to fall out of my chest. I could barely move, pressed so close against him; every part of my body was touching him, and the heat radiating off his body was magnetic. I eventually breathed out, and tentatively shifted so I could put one arm over his waist, tucking my chin against his collarbone and closing my eyes.

I felt his breathing deepen and found myself relaxing against him, savouring the feeling of being completely wrapped up in him. It was like we were in a completely different reality, as if time wasn’t moving. His presence was infatuating me and I found myself wishing the moment could last forever, even with his cold feet pressed against mine, and the frozen air still biting the back of my neck.

“Hey.”

I almost jumped. I had been sure he was asleep. But shifting slightly, I could feel his hand move to rest on my waist.

“Yeah?” I whispered back, completely relaxed in his grasp with my face hot against his neck.

“I like this.” His voice was soft, and almost tentative. My heart fluttered. Neither of us moved a muscle. I knew he was going to say something else; the unsaid words hovered in the air over us, catching both of us inside the moment we had created under the covers. I held my breath as I heard him inhale deeply, his chest expanding against mine. “I like… you.”

The room was once again filled with silence. It took a moment for me to take in what he had said. It wasn’t the loud, messy, infatuated thoughts that always seemed to overtake me when I thought of Jimin, but instead, I found myself stunned into almost thinking nothing. My thoughts were so focused on him that nothing else even crossed my mind.

So, without thinking, I placed my hands on his chest and pushed myself away. I only caught a glimpse of his crestfallen face before I had taken his cheeks in my hands and kissed him.

It seemed to break the shock. He immediately kissed me back, taking my waist again to pull me closer to him, and I became aware that I was kissing Jimin. I moved myself closer to him, running my fingers up and down his cheeks and through his hair and feeling every part of him because I was kissing Jimin. I couldn’t help the laughter that tumbled out of my mouth and broke the kiss. We split apart and I met his eyes giddily.

“Did you mean that?”

He rolled his eyes, grasping the back of my neck to press his lips to mine again. I was surprised into kissing him back, the grin wiped off my face. This time it was gentle, and slow, and I drank him in, unaware of anything else. When he pulled away I was breathless, my hands still resting on his chest.

“Did that feel like I meant it?” He whispered, pressing his forehead against mine. I closed my eyes, nodding, almost feeling like I could cry. I still wasn’t entirely sure I wasn’t dreaming.

I frowned up at him in disbelief, hovering my fingers over his hairline, and tracing down to his lips, feeling his hot breath on my fingertips, before reaching up to brush his cheek again. He flinched away, grabbing my wrist with a low laugh.

“Stop that. Your hands are freezing.” He pressed an icy kiss to my fingers. I felt like my smile would break my face.

“Warm me up then.” I giggled, letting him pull me closer again, pressing kisses to my face, wrapping me up and pulling me close. I smiled as I was again squished against his chest, and took a moment to breath him in, draping my arm over him. 

The hours of sleep I was missing were finally catching up to me, and as much as I wanted to stay awake, to take in everything I could about that moment, I found myself more relaxed than ever against Jimin, my head lolling against him. He traced slow shapes across my back, through the fabric of his own hoodie, and I felt utterly his.

“I’m kind of glad the heating broke.” I mumbled sleepily against him, thinking about how much had just changed; how much I had to look forward to. He chuckled lowly, rubbing my back soothingly and dropping a firm kiss to the top of my head.

“Me too.”

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