Jimin struggled under the weight of his blankets, which now seemed too heavy for him to even breathe. He kicked them off angrily and sighed heavily through his mouth.

“Why can’t I sleep?” he asked no one in particular and rubbed the corner of his eyes with the bottom of his palm.

It was exactly 2:16am and Jimin had been battling to get some sleep for a whole two hours now. He had done everything he thought would get him a good night sleep: closing his eyes shut not too tightly, breathing evenly, setting his hands on the top of his stomach and tried to relax the best he could. He tried not to move too much because he knew everyone else in the dorm was just as sick of his insomnia as he was. But it was no use; Park Jimin is practically not going to get a second of sleep tonight.