What are you?
Are you acting up?
Or you are really in pain...

Warmth... Pain...

The sensation of warmth and pain enveloped you, causing you to shift your position to the left. As you adjusted, you couldn't help but notice the absence of the usual softness from your mattress and plush pillow beneath you.

However, there was an undeniable warmth that embraced you from your breasts down to your toes. It was a comforting warmth, so soft and cosy that it brought a smile to your face.

Despite the coldness that your thighs felt, the warmth between them managed to transform the chill into a comforting sensation.

Yes, your back ached and your neck felt as if it could snap at any moment, but there was something strangely enjoyable about the warmth that surrounded you. You don't care if you are called pervy, but it was the unique pleasure of experiencing both warmth and pain simultaneously, and it felt undeniably good.

Not only did your breasts, stomach, and even your buttocks feel the comforting warmth, but you also noticed a dampness on your cleavage. Perhaps it was due to your own drooling, but you paid it no mind as you tightly grasped onto a nearby... pillow?

It was then that you felt the wetness on your cleavage slowly making its way along a horizontal path, descending towards the valley between your breasts, upwards.

Wait... Newton never mentioned such a law

You stood frozen, a mix of fear and curiosity compelling you to open your eyes. With cautious movements, you surveyed your surroundings, taking in every detail without so much as twitching a muscle.

could this be real?

Your body, rigid with cold, was not nestled against a soft pillow as you had expected. Instead, a wave of breathlessness washed over you, accompanied by a chilling sensation that coursed through your entire being.

Your stomach churned with a flurry of emotions, a veritable zoo of sensations, as you became aware of the warmth emanating from a hand firmly grasping one of your breasts, providing a perfect cover. Another hand rested gently on your buttocks, massaging them with a delicate touch. The world around you seemed to spin, your mind reeling from the intensity of it all.

"It must be a dream," your mind chanted, desperately seeking solace in the familiar. However, the sensations and touches defied this rationalisation. Could it be that a thief had broken into your home? Or perhaps you had unknowingly invited a nefarious character inside while in a drunken stupor, as you had done once before? Or, dare you consider, was it a ghost who had fallen for your ugly face?

Regardless, you summoned the courage to take a deep breath and forcefully pushed the mysterious presence away from you. And to your astonishment, you found yourself in the confines of your own bathtub.

A surge of frustration overcame you as you questioned the size of the tub, muttering, "Why the hell is my bathtub so small?" With a swift motion, you propelled yourself out of the tub, emitting a piercing shriek that reverberated through the air, while your feet hurriedly sought out the light switch.

A faint whimper reached your ears, undoubtedly a result of the impact you had just experienced. Drawing in a deep breath, replenishing your lungs with a fresh surge of oxygen, you turned around to investigate the source of the sound.

And there he was.

A man.

This man, adorned in an oversized hoodie that clearly did not belong to him, appeared undisturbed by the uproar that had occurred sheer moments ago. It seemed as though he was still sound asleep.

Curiosity led you closer to your bathtub, where you discovered this peaceful slumbering figure. He resembled a cherubic baby, with his rosy cheeks and tousled chestnut locks cascading over his forehead. Your gaze travelled down his entire form, captivated by his sheer beauty.

But then, your eyes landed, fixated on his lips. Those plump, crimson lips, glistened with a hint of saliva. It dawned on you that he must have been licking and sucking at your cleavage... Wait, what?! You hurriedly examined yourself in the mirror, only to be met with the shocking sight of red marks adorning your cleavage.

Returning your attention to the cute little man nestled in your bathtub, you couldn't help but murmur under your breath, "Is this for real?" You leaned in for a closer inspection, marvelling at his exquisite features. Truly, he was a sight to behold.

He is so beautiful!!

However, it was not the appropriate time to offer compliments to a stranger. You gently pat your cheeks, contemplating the best course of action in this peculiar situation. Should you call the cops? But what if it was you who extended the invitation to this individual last night and simply forgot about it?

The mere thought of facing the police and the judgment of society in such an embarrassing predicament was enough to make you cringe.

No, that is not an option. It would be an utter embarrassment. With no other viable alternatives, you made the decision to wake up the slumbering stranger.

"Excuse me?" you softly whispered, gently touching his arm, but he remained motionless. Undeterred, you tried once more, this time with a louder voice, "Excuse me? Can you please tell me who you are?!" Your words echoed through the air, causing him to abruptly awaken, startled.

His bewildered gaze darted around the room, searching for familiar surroundings. And then, his eyes met yours. You couldn't help but notice the innocence that radiated from his face, his large eyes shimmering with a captivating purity. It was as if his gaze had the power to cleanse your soul of any wrongdoing. However, within that same gaze, you detected a hint of fear... fear of you.

How could this be? A man who was literally sucking out your skin a while ago ... Fears you...?

Funny, right?

He blinked twice, his lips shivering as he suddenly bent his knees towards his stomach and settled in the corner of the bathtub.

There, there, are you dealing with a psycho here? Because a regular man wouldn't exhibit such behaviour.

Should you call the cops? But what if this man manipulates the situation and you end up being wrongly arrested? That would be an absolute disaster! You can't afford to take such a risk.

Drawing from your background as a former psychology student, you can confidently assess that he is experiencing fear. Your only option is to approach him, initially calming his panicked state before asking him to depart...

Yeah! Perfect plan!

Perhaps, he is acting up in fear of not getting caught? Because a man, you mean a thief can do so...

You confidently approach him, closing the distance between you. "Hey... Umm... Who are you?" Your words reverberate through the room, causing him to shrink further into himself. A soft sniff escapes him in response.

What on earth did you see Mimi?!

Now, you find yourself contemplating your next move. Even if you were to forcefully remove him from your apartment, you can't help but worry that he would attract unwanted attention from the neighbours and the watchman. The resulting commotion would certainly not bode well for your reputation.

Speaking of which, do you even have a reputation to uphold in this place?

Lost in your own whirlwind of thoughts and frustration, you fail to notice the scared boy who was earlier transformed into a ball, observing your erratic behaviour. Perhaps, to him, your crazy actions are some sort of entertainment...

A small smile forms on his face, his eyes red and puffy from crying, his nose on the verge of leaking as he sniffs and finally utters, "Jimin..."

Your face slowly turned towards the source of the soft whispering voice, your eyes widening in uncertainty. Both of your hands were grabbed into your hair, a physical manifestation of your frustration. "What? What did you say?" you managed to utter in the same position, your voice trembling with a mix of curiosity and anxiety.

In response, his small smiling lips suddenly transformed into trembling, quivering lips. Tears welled up in his eyes, and he once again hid his face, as if trying to shield himself from the consequences of your seemingly foolish actions.

Was that small smile on his face merely caused by your own foolish action, because you were funny? Did you make a fool out...

Well, not now, there is more crucial to do!

As he slipped back into his "I am innocent here" mode, panic began to consume you. Frustration coursed through your veins, causing you to once again pull at your hair in a desperate attempt to regain control over your thoughts. But you managed to calm yourself down, taking a deep breath and directing your gaze towards his figure.

"Can you please repeat yourself?" you asked, your voice laced with a charming fake smile. Deep down, you knew you had no other option but to play along with this charade.

"Why did I deserve to suffer like this?" The question echoed in your mind, but you pushed it aside, determined to navigate this unsettling situation with confidence.

He cautiously peeked from the gaps between his arms, blinking twice before finally speaking. "J-Jimin," he uttered, his voice trembling with a hint of fear.

"Jimin... Oh, Jimin is such a sweet name!" you exclaimed, your smile widening. However, to the boy in front of you, your expression seemed more creepy than endearing.

"Do-don't hurt me... Please..." he pleaded, his words barely audible in a soft whisper.

What the heck? Who is hurting who?

In this particular situation, you found yourself feeling rather irritated. How could a stranger have the audacity to enter your home, play the victim card, and then have the nerve to request that you refrain from causing them harm?

It truly boggles the mind!

Nevertheless, you managed to suppress your anger and responded with a touch of sarcasm, saying, "Even though it's my house... well, I won't hurt you... by the way, do you want something, if not, please get out!" Rude of you, but Your intention was to provoke him, to see his true colours when he becomes enraged.

To your astonishment, your luck is a fuck!

"Hungry..."

"Pardon me? What did you say?"

"Food... Hungry..."

That's what he uttered. Perhaps it was necessary to push his buttons further, to get under his skin and expose his true nature.

"Very well, Jiminie! Let's go! I will cook a nice nice pancake with sweet sweet honey!" You sang, ensuring that he believed you had fallen into his trap.

Jimin's face lit up with joy, and he rose to his feet with childlike enthusiasm. "Hooray! Food! Pancakes!" he exclaimed, sounding no older than a five-year-old.

What an incredible acting! Someone give him an Oscar!!

"Come on! Let's go! Jiminie is hungry!" Jimin declared, tugging you out of the bathroom. However, he abruptly halted in his tracks, a small pout forming on his face. "Where is the Citchen?" he inquired, his voice tinged with a hint of disappointment.

You regarded him with a perplexed expression, your face contorting as if he had committed a grave crime...

Well, of course, he did... Forcefully staying in my house!!

"Citchen? Cit... Kitchen? Oh! Let me take you there," you graciously offered, guiding him. Settling him onto a chair, you declared, "Please, have a seat while I prepare a tasty tasty breakfast for you!"

"Nahh!" Jimin suddenly emitted a whine, causing you to startle. "Jiminie wanna see! Jiminie wants to see... Umm... What's your name?" he abruptly shifted his attention, diverting to another query.

"Mimi. Call me Mimi," you responded, fully aware that this was not your given name but rather a nickname, a measure taken to safeguard your identity in the present circumstances.

"Mimi... Jimin... Jimimi..." Jimin uttered, his voice laced with amusement as he burst into laughter, childishly, "Mimi's name and Jimin's name are same same!"

You let out a chuckle, a bit awkwardly, as you found yourself at a loss for words. Perhaps this guy wasn't just putting on an act; maybe he genuinely had some serious issues.

Who knows?

"Well, Jiminie would like to see Mimie cooking?" Jimin asked, his expression adorned with a cute, pouty frown.

Bitch! Are you afraid that I'll poison you?

"Of course you can!" you replied, a bright smile gracing your face. With enthusiasm, you grabbed a pan and began preparing the ingredients for some delicious pancakes.

After half an hour of cooking, the pancake was finally ready and placed in front of Jimin, who couldn't help but drool over the sight. "Hey, you can eat it... It's yours. Why are you drooling over it?" you playfully remarked.

"Let's dig in!" Jimin exclaimed, stuffing his face with a whole pancake. His cheeks looked so fluffy, and his plump lips formed an adorable pout as he chewed. "It's tasty!" he mumbled with a mouthful.

And there you were, completely awestruck by his cuteness. You had never seen someone so incredibly cute, adorable, and fluffy. You couldn't help but stare at him, completely captivated. "Mimie is bad!"

You blinked out, momentarily snapping back to reality.

"Huh? What?" you asked, slightly confused.

"Mimie is bad!" Jimin exclaimed once again, his words punctuated by the sound of his chewing. The breakfast you had prepared for him was over with his last bite. An indignant frown formed on your face as you retorted, "Hey! I made you breakfast! How can you possibly say that I am bad?" A moment of frustration washed over you.

Now what? You have to fight with this child?

Jimin persisted, his eyes fixed on you with an innocent gaze. "Mimie is bad! Mimie was staring at Jiminie! It was scary!" he insisted, his voice tinged with a hint of fear.

You couldn't help but let out a playful chuckle. "Oh, come on now. You must have been dreaming," you replied, a mischievous smirk playing on your lips. As your eyes met his, you couldn't deny the cute big sparkling eyes.

But caution whispered in your ear, urging you to resist.

Don't fall into his trap, Mimi.

You must find a way to extricate yourself from this situation, no matter how irresistibly cute he may be.

And then, as if the universe was conspiring against you, you heard his voice. "Jiminie is hot," he declared, his words reaching your ears just as you turned to face him. The sight that greeted you nearly caused your soul to soar to the heavens.

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