Fallen Angel | JinMin

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POV: Jimin
"You can sleep in the guest room if you like. It's got some space, and I've put out spare clothes in there, s-"

"I'd rather sleep with you, Jimin," he mumbled quietly, blushing. He turned away as his voice trailed away- was he embarrassed?

"What was that, Angel?" I pointed to my ear, making him repeat that, as a tease. "Did you just say something?"

"I said, I'd rather sleep with you," his voice was even quieter this time, like a mouse. "I feel safe with you around, Jiminie. You're like my own little bodyguard."

"Really? You feel safe with me?"

"Yeah, Jiminie. You protect me. I don't know how, but you do."

"That's cute, Angel."

"Mm, so are you,"

"I know!" I said proudly.

"Arrogant," he sighed, trying to hold back a laugh. "Yeah... but can you sleep with me? You still make me feel really safe, Jiminie," he whispered quietly.

"Of course, my Angel."