it was a habit that jimin had to hold or cuddle something in his sleep. he wasn’t embarrassed about it though because he was proud of his pokemon plushies. anybody that shamed him for them were sad, in his opinion. except this time when he rolled onto his side and curled up, his arm slung over something bigger than a small soft pillow. jimin was in deep sleep and didn’t notice or be woken up even when he grew closer and hugged tighter. it felt nice enough to not even distinct between his plush and a giant person.
Victor was wakened from his light slumber by the head increasing. Blinking his eyes barely open, he turned his head and saw Jimin snuggling up behind him. He shrugged without shrugging and went back to sleep. Being held was nice, and it was Jimin’s doing not his, so he was good.















