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It wasn’t the warm weight sitting atop him that stirred him up from his slumber but the butterfly flutter of soft lips claiming every inch of skin on his face. It wasn’t the small fingers that gentle stroked his messy bed hair but the quiet exhale of breath that washed over his slightly chapped lips, the crisp minty scent of Scope infiltrating his senses like the month of winter waves but the goosebumps that rose from his skin weren’t caused from chill, quite the opposite. It wasn’t his lover’s fond soft laughter but the light press of lips dancing across the skin of his chin that tugged his groggy conscious to reality. It was the warm lips but also the sultry low timbre voice of his boyfriend who spoke in his husky morning tone, the sound dissolving into Jungkook's skin like comforting balm.
“You’re so pretty when sleeping, Bun.”
Long lashes fluttered against high cheekbones before rising completely, revealing the prettiest doe eyes glazed over from sleep. Plump, pillowy lips came into view almost immediately and Jungkook blinked slowly, brain too muddled to comprehend both reality and the words forming on those divine lips inches away from him. Then, exotic mocha locked with dark clouded doe and Jungkook made a disgruntled noise as he went cross-eyed when those same lush lips descended on him, smothering barely there kisses underneath his eyes, over his nose which he scrunched up, and trailed them across his cheeks and the down turned corners of his pouting mouth.
“ ‘nie, sto’.” Jungkook grumbled yet he was completely relaxed against the comfort bedding, bones melted and muscles pliant beneath Jimin who continued his assault.
“Nope, you’re the cutest. Can’t stay away from my baby..” Jimin murmured sweetly and Jungkook smacked his lips whining out another incoherent ‘stop’ which earned him a soft nip. “I won’t.” Jimin persisted and nuzzled his nose into Jungkook’s cheek which got turned on him, the irresistible brat. Eyes twinkling, Jimin was not deterred and Jungkook had no fight in him so early. Besides, the kisses were soothing against his skin, tender and sweet like he was Jimin’s most delicate gift. Jungkook succumbed with a quiet sigh and enjoyed the rest of his morning showered in spoiled love.