Jimin and you were bestfriends, and had been from childhood. You were like siblings, always sharing your secrets and problems with each other.

Your parents were dead, and his were never home because they traveled. So you two lived together.

One night, Jimin was so drunk after a party that you had to drag him inside the house.

"Cuddle me, yah..." He whined, a big, plush pout on his lips.

"Stop dragging me..." He mumbled as you dragged him across the floor by his legs.