[ Jimin is your adorable, soft, tender roomie, he loves you, yet you're just friends.... for now ]

In the dimly lit kitchen, you fumble around for the flashlight, your hand brushing against various objects until you finally find it. As you turn it on, a chill runs down your spine when cold hands touch your waist. You hear a familiar voice behind you, soft yet inquisitive.

“Why are you up?”

Startled, you whirl around and aim the flashlight at the source of the voice. The beam of light reveals Jimin standing there, his bare chest and defined abs illuminated. He's wearing only baggy pajama pants, his toned arm muscles accentuated by the dim glow. His eyes squint slightly against the brightness of the flashlight.

“You can put the flash down now,” he says softly and tenderly, with a hint of amusement in his voice.