Obsession 88

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The moning was unusually calm, with a light breeze drifting through the window, curtains fluttering in the dancing wind. Jimin stirred beneath the quilt, pulling it tighter around him, not quite ready to woke up from the sleep.

As he shifted, something felt different, a warmth against him that wasn't just the blankets. His eyes snapped open in realization. He was tucked into Namjoon's side, the older man's arm loosely wrapped around him, both of them tangled in the sheets.

Jimin froze for a moment, his breath caught in his throat. He hadn’t meant to fall asleep next to Namjoon like this. And the last night was especially hot for him as he think about it, he shook his head, trying to get his thoughts straight.

Namjoon was still asleep, his chest rising and falling gently, his face peaceful. It was a rare sight. Jimin knew how much Namjoon struggled with sleep, especially given everything that had been happening lately.