We finally got home and I rushed to change into sweatpants and a tank top. When I got down I saw Jimin also in different clothes.... well, at least the pants were different. The top was bare. Beautiful and bare.

I sound like a , wtf Jina?!?!

"How long does it take you to change?!?!" He teased

I sat on the couch and he brought a blanket and a pillow.

"What's your mood" he asked
"Comedy...... Maybe romantic comedy"
"Aw my cupcake is falling for me now... so soon too!"
"Shut up Jimin"

He played a DVD and I instantly knew what it was. It was my most favourite movie in the world. Notting Hill, where a girl with everything meets a boy with nearly nothing......

We sat on the couch, and he put his arm around me. I leaned in and felt the warmth from his skin. I put my head on his bare chest, and he started to move his fingers around my hair in a circular pattern.

This is perfection. This is how it should be. This is how I should want it to be.

Eventually the movie ended, but we both stayed in the same place. I turned my head into his chest and took in his scent. 

This was good. This made me feel safe. This made me want to stay here forever.

I finally realized how tired I was, if I was to be blabbering nonsense like this. I finally feel asleep and I felt Jimins chin on my head. He was asleep too. 

Of course he was. He hated romantic comedies. He hated come