Two World One Choice [PJM & JJK]

Red's POV

I squirmed and opened my eyes groggily to realize I slept some time yesterday night after I cried while Jimin held me. A wave of embarrassment washed over me for letting my weak-side reveal in front of a person I barely knew.

I tried to get up but am weighed down by something over my abdomen. I looked down to see Jimin's hand loosely draped over my stomach, his head resting on the small place beside me on the bed. 

I coughed trying to wake him up, utterly embarrassed in the position I'm in. But he ended up whining a little and turning his face to the other side not moving his hand off me an inch. 

I glanced at the dusty clock in front of me. 

6:07 a.m 

Uh huh, that was quite long I slept for without at least eating the dinner. My stomach grumbled in an answer and I could only hope that Jimin didn't hear it.

I slowly pulled his hand off me and got out of the bed to fresh up. After getting satisfied that I'm clean enough I closed the cupboard with a small snap. 

I stared at Jimin's sleeping position and wondered if he would get a bad neck cramp when he wakes up in that position. 

I walked over to him and contemplated if I should let him sleep on the bed, but I can't definitely lift him no matter how much I workout or fight dirty black guys. 

An idea popped up in my head and I put it to trial. 

I stepped back in triumph that my plan worked. A few pokes here and there in his ticklish areas, then he climbed onto the bed himself to get away from my cruel forefinger, whining like a little kid. 

I walked into the kitchen to make some green tea and ramen to fill my last night dinner emptiness and breakfast. 

I sat near my mini fold-able table and let the warm water flow through my throat to cool my hungry stomach. Just as I picked up my fork, I heard him shuffle in the back room walking to the kitchen.

I glanced at his messy state. Head to toe, everything literally messed up like a child who woke up from his nightmare. 

"Gosh, you really don't have a sense of sleeping, do you?" I said eating my ramen. 

He gave a sheepish smile. "...I—how...my...um...?" he started asking scratching his head and flustered. His voice low and hoarse like he was yelling all day. 

I tore my gaze away from my ramen and looked at him. "Uh?"

His eyes widened un-voluntarily as I looked at him. "I...h-how should...I...?"

"What?" I asked again. "I'm not going to bite you, don't worry," I muttered. 

"How should I—you know like, is there a bathroom to take a shower?" 

I almost snorted at his question, instead, I leaned back on my chair, folding my arms over my chest. "Boy, then how do you think I live here?" I asked in disbelief. "Without showering for days?"

He looked flustered by my response. "So...?"

"The door is behind the curtains beside the closet," I replied and got back to eating. When he didn't move from his place I tried not to look exasperated for interrupting my breakfast. "What do you want Jimin?"

"Um..." he rubbed his nape nervously. 

"I'll count to three," I warned. "One...two...-"

"I don't have any clothes to wear and I've been wearing this pair for the last three days and I feel dirty!" he said in one breath.