The morning breeze tickling your nose was what first caught your attention as you were slowly dragged from your slumber. The second thing was just how cold you were because yet again, Jimin had stolen the duvet. The third was the light making the back of your eyelids just a bit more red than black. Lastly, was the absence of a familiar weight around your midsection.
Blinking and struggling to adjust to the light trickling through the open window (thankfully the thin curtains were down, somewhat shielding you from the onslaught of UV rays), you turned your head to see a mess of black hair and swollen red lips. Just the sight made you smile; you turned your whole body just so you can look at the boy next to you.
Jimin’s hair was everywhere, and thankfully it was just short enough that it didn’t cover his eyes (well, it wouldn’t if they were open). It looked just as silky as you knew it felt, having ran your hands through it just the night before. You wanted to do it again but withheld the urge: you didn’t want to wake him up just yet.
His head was securely tucked into his pillow, his arm curled under it to keep it close, and the duvet was pulled up to his chin. The only indication of his tight grasp on it was the way it scrunched up a little further down from the top, exactly where it was tucked under his side so it wouldn’t move. The arm that usually would be resting lazily across your stomach was up, it’s hand pressed against his chin and the bottom of his lip. It only served to make his lips fuller, if that was possible.
His lips. Red and swollen, they were pursed ever so slightly, almost as if he were pouting, with a small gap inbetween. At random moments when he’d jerk in his sleep, they’d pop out a tiny bit more, practically begging for your attention. It took everything within you not to lean over and press your own lips against his, just to feel the cracks and rough patches on them before he covered his lips in lip balm.
With his lips pursed, the hollows of his cheeks—the right side with a small breakout, almost too light to be noticed, even without makeup—sucked in a tiny bit. It did nothing to hide the puffiness of his cheeks, though. You never quite knew why, but every morning his face seemed to be puffier than usual. You didn’t mind; it was one of many things you absolutely adored about him.
His delicate eyelashes rested against the tops of his cheeks, somewhat covering the purplish bags from all the nights he spent up in the practice room, memorizing choreography with Hoseok so they could help the other members learn it. You remember many caffeine charged nights spent waiting for him, just so you could let him fall asleep with you holding him. Whenever he was exhausted, he always became the little spoon, no matter what, and you were okay with it.
The only sound in the room was that of his soft snoring, almost quiet enough to be mistaken as simply breathing. You had barely even noticed that you were holding your breath, as if just the sound of it could wake him—ridiculous really, considering you knew just how hard it was to wake him up. So, as you let out a breath, a lazy smile found its way onto your lips, and you leaned forward.
As you got closer, you noticed he had forgotten to take his earrings out. Even closer and you noticed the small bit of drool at the corner of his mouth. Closer still, and you could feel his soft breath, steady and warm against your skin. Your lips softly touched his, unable to hold yourself back, and as your eyes fluttered closed, his fluttered open.
He leaned in, and it wasn’t long before you found yourself underneath him: his firm, bare chest pressing against yours and your palms flat against it. Jimin pulled back, his large, warm eyes gazing down at you with a small smile playing on his lips. You giggled softly, leaning up to catch his lips again in a quick peck, uncaring that both of you probably had horrible morning breath.
“I think my biggest struggle was also, oddly enough, my biggest motivation. As crazy as it might seem I had a ton of people tell me that I couldn’t do this. Or wouldn’t do it. And I’m grateful because it was that kind of "eff you” to them that gave me the motivation to be like ‘you know what? I’m gonna do it even bigger and better than I thought I could because you told me I couldn’t.’ So any time somebody says you can’t do something or rolls their eyes or whatever, don’t get upset. Just go 'alright, I’m awake now, dawg! Let’s go! I’m gonna go back to work or whatever it is you do.’ That’s an energy you can’t replace with anything else.”
I just can’t get over the cuteness that is reading!Dean. He might not be as into research as Sam is, but you can tell he just loves browsing books for fun. And I bet more than once Sam had to scold him because he told Dean to look up some info for a case and Dean just got distracted by something else and couldn’t stop reading…