Mae Asha • December 23, 2018
As I laid on my bed, half asleep, I felt someone take a seat beside me.
A warm hand rested on my bare arm. "Ash," Jimin quietly said. I groaned, but didn't move. "You've been sleeping for the past sixteen hours."
"So?" I mumbled.
Jimin's hand slipped from my arm and moved my black hair that was sprawled across my face.
The cold air hit my cheek, which caused me to flinch.
Oh, yes, I was hit there.
My eyes fluttered open. "Go away, I look like trash," I mumbled. I rolled onto my back and I stared at the ceiling.
Jimin quietly sighed. "No, you don't," he responded.
I kicked the blanket off of me. "Yes, I do, now shoo," I told him.
Jimin rested his hand on my stomach, which caused a giggle to escape my lips.
Then, he started tickling me, which caused
