wipwednesday SUPG 25 🩷🫣 (Patreon)

He’s not sure what time it is when he wakes up, only that it’s so hot he feels like he’s suffocating. There’s a light sting in his lower back, his eyes feel a little heavy as he blinks them open, the sun is piercing even through the fabric of the tent.

The faint smell of waterlilies and orange blossoms intrudes his senses, and with it comes the slow realisation that Jimin is lying on top of him, head on his chest, blonde hair tickling his chin.

Oh.. boy.

One of his arms is draped around Jimin’s back, holding him close, the warmth of skin against skin contact— god, they didn’t even clean up..

It smells like sweat and sex, but he can’t really bring himself to care when he’s got Jimin sleeping on top of him.

He hesitantly brings his hand to Jimin’s hair, allows himself to caress through the strands, tuck a lock behind his ear so he can see his face a bit better.

Jimin looks beautiful, even when he’s asleep, lips a little puffy, soft blush on his cheeks.

He can’t believe he had sex with the prettiest guy he’s ever laid eyes on, believes it even less that he confessed.

The moment replays in his head.. the first few words slipping from his mouth uncontrolled, and the way Jimin just crashed— asked him to say it.

Fuck.. 

Everything that happened— the entire night feels like a big blur of filth and feelings all at the same time, but never has waking up with someone in his arms felt this good.

His cheeks burn as he watches Jimin sleep for a bit longer, takes the chance to marvel at his face, the shape of his nose, the small birthmarks on his forehead, the soft pink colour of his lips.

Jimin blinks his eyes open then, as if he could feel him stare, looks up at him.

“Enjoying the view?”

Oh.

The lack of raspiness in Jimin’s tone implies he’s been awake for a bit.

Which means.. he’s just been cuddling him. 

There’s a slow smirk that tugs on Jimin’s lips then, before he slowly rolls off of him. Much to his dismay, he kind of likes the weight on him.

Maybe it comes off a little desperate when he turns on his side to face Jimin, curls an arm around his waist to keep him close. 

Luckily, it doesn’t seem to bother Jimin— in fact, he tangles their legs together, curls an arm around him too.

“Slept well?”

The question is innocent, but the glint in Jimin’s eyes when he asks sends tingles through his body.

“Mm.” He nods. “Good— really well. Even.”

It’s inevitable, the nerves. The feeling he gets when Jimin looks at him like this; so knowing, so gentle.

His heartbeat picks up just for that, goes wilder when Jimin brings his hand up, threads his fingers in his hair and runs through the locks.

His eyes flutter shut at the feeling— the light caress over his scalp, the warmth