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The Morning After – Unspoken Tension
The golden hues of dawn filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room. The warmth of the morning sun slowly began to stir Jimin from his deep sleep. His eyelashes fluttered as he shifted slightly, only to feel something firm and warm wrapped around him.
His eyes opened groggily, adjusting to the light, and that’s when he realized—he was in Yoongi’s embrace.
His body tensed instantly.
Yoongi’s arms were securely wrapped around his waist, his face buried in Jimin’s hair, and his breaths were steady against the younger’s temple. Their bodies were pressed together so closely that Jimin could feel the slow rise and fall of Yoongi’s chest against his back.
His heart pounded.
"W-What…?" he whispered under his breath, his mind racing.
He had fallen asleep alone last night, hadn’t he? So when did Yoongi…?
Jimin carefully turned his head slightly to glance at the older man, only to find Yoongi still deep in sleep. His usual cold and unreadable face was now relaxed, his lips slightly parted, his dark lashes fanning over his cheeks. He looked… peaceful.
Too peaceful.
Jimin gulped, unsure of what to do. He felt trapped—physically and emotionally. His mind screamed at him to move away, to put distance between them, but his body refused to budge. Yoongi's hold on him was strong, almost as if he was afraid Jimin would disappear if he let go.
His heart ached at the thought.
"I need to get up," he muttered to himself, carefully placing his hands on Yoongi’s arm, trying to pry it off. But as soon as he moved—
"Don’t."
Jimin froze.
The deep, husky voice sent shivers down his spine. He swallowed nervously as he felt Yoongi shift behind him.
The older man didn’t open his eyes, but his grip on Jimin tightened.
"Just stay a little longer." Yoongi’s voice was thick with sleep, almost vulnerable.
Jimin’s breath hitched. His mind was screaming at him, telling him to protest, to push the man away—but his heart? His heart betrayed him.
For a few moments, he just lay there, unmoving.
But then reality hit him like a wave.
No. He couldn’t do this.
Taking a deep breath, he slowly wriggled out of Yoongi’s hold, ignoring the way his chest tightened when the warmth of the older man disappeared.
"I should go freshen up," he whispered, forcing his voice to sound normal as he slipped out of bed.
Yoongi finally opened his eyes, watching as Jimin grabbed his clothes and disappeared into the bathroom. His gaze darkened slightly, his jaw clenching.
