His arms around me pull me closer in the warm embrace. He pulls me along to the sofa, onto which we lie down. 'Not like that, silly.' Playfully he taps my nose. 'S- sleep with you?' I stutter, completely awestruck by his request. Shyly he adds: 'With me.'ĭid my eyes pop out of their sockets? It feels like they have.

'Please, go to sleep.' The words contain a silent plea.

'But-' All protests are lost when Jimin pulls me against him in a hug. You're seriously going to collapse if you keep this up.' With just another cup of black gold I should be able to finish this chapter,' I add chipper whilst gesturing for him to come inside.Īs I set a step in the direction of the kitchen, where the liquid treasure awaits me, he grabs my wrist. 'Hello to you as well,' I answer sarcastically. Ten minutes later he stands in front of me in the doorway, clad in grey sweatpants, dark blue hoodie, matching snapback and black glasses. Jimin wants to bring me to bed? He will have a hard time in doing so, because I have never felt more wide awake. 'Then again, I want to pull you away from your desktop and get you to sleep. 'Y/n, I want to catch some shut eye and not be staying up until sunrise.' It disappoints me to read that, but the message that follows makes my heart jump in a strange delight. 'How about you drop by to have a sleepless night together? The sun will rise soon anyway.'

Just this once I will give in to my inner devil. It does feel isolated being here by my lonesome, though. Where do those ruminations come from? We are merely friends, colleagues even. Invite him, a tiny voice in my mind says. Let me think of a solution for your problem.'Īn odd feeling suddenly washes over me, making me feel empty and alone. 'Well, I am currently on a little break, so I can't talk too long. 'Are you calling me boring?' Although I know he does not mean it that way, I cannot help but send that reaction. I simply wanted to talk, maybe get some sleep out of it.' 'I don't think you should ask me if I am the ruler of the waking realm.' So I thought I'd ask the queen of caffeine for help.' 'Insomnia decided to barge in tonight and nothing helps. However, what I want to know is why you are still awake. The words demand to be written and I can only obey their commands. Nevertheless he has a point, but once I start, I cannot simply stop. It makes him worry and fear I will lead myself to ruin. Jimin has never approved of my tendency to stay up all night just to write. 'You are, aren't you? Y/n, we talked about this. Who shall say?' I reply with a teasing emoji after the question mark. Of the two of us I am the night owl, so what is he doing this time of night messaging me? He has never done this before. 'Y/n, still working? Please tell me you aren't.' The text was sent a minute ago. I snap out of my train of thoughts and check what he has to say. However, it is the price I am willing to pay for this passion. Thanks to Jimin I am able to make a living doing what I love, in spite of the lifestyle it has caused. It instantly clicked between us, which lead to him being my proofreader and editor. Since then we have kept in contact and met a couple of times. I still had and have a long way to go before I can rival my idols, such as Haruki Murakami and Herman Hesse.

Not in a long time had he read such a good story, which flattered me and I humbly replied I thought it was a nice tale, but not something special. He walked up to me with my debut roman in his hands and asked for my signature. He and I met during an event for new authors that want to get their names out there. Apparently it is sent by my friend: Jimin. On the other hand, a smartphone emits it too, so I am not better off.Īfter having turned the device on, a small notice of a new message pops up. Half an hour and a cappuccino later I decide to take a break, give my eyes some rest from the blue light. Considering a big part of the night has passed already, I may as well stay awake and pull an all-nighter. Will you look at that? It is precisely three o'clock. Plus, there is a tiny digital timekeeper at the bottom of the visual display unit. Besides, why would I? The silent clock on the wall, which is forever stuck on three o'clock, is mere decoration. Turning the lights on will be too much of a hassle. What time is it even? I have been so occupied with writing I completely forgot it even exists. Looks like it is going to be one of those sleepless nights. Never had I thought I would live this kind of existence and yet here I am, my h/c in a messy bun, drinking what can be the fifth cup of coffee today, wearing pyjamas and glasses. I am still up and running, trying to type as fast as lightning in order to note everything down before I forget the ideas. During these nightly hours everyone is asleep, but not me. All is dark, except for the light that emanates from the screen.

All these sleepless nights bts