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When Jeongguk shifts over in bed, it is to find Yoonji drooling on the pillow.
Her black hair is a mess and sticking to her cheek. Jeongguk has always thought her nose resembles a pebble, but especially so in the mornings when she is still asleep and oblivious to the world around her. On this morning, her pebble nose is flushed pink and half hidden behind the curtain of her hair that covers most of her face.
Jeongguk smiles like a fool in love and reaches out to shift her hair away, leaning in when she grumbles to press a kiss on the tip of her nose. Yoonji scrunches her nose and murmurs something that Jeongguk cannot make out then turns over so her back is facing him. He is half tempted to simply curl around her and bury his face into her hair, to breathe in her scent and drift off back to sleep, but then he catches sight of the clock on their nightstand and decides that it would be best for him to get out of bed.
He slips out from underneath the covers quietly and disappears into the bathroom, following his morning routine with an ease that comes with a consistent normalcy. Jeongguk decides to forego shaving after his shower and then returns to the bedroom, Yoonji still splayed out across their sheets. He crawls onto the bed and drapes himself over Yoonji's much smaller body.
She turns, grumbling under her breath as she peels one eye open to glare at Jeongguk. Jeongguk grins at her, leaning up to kiss her cheek before pulling back.
"Time to get up, my sleeping beauty," Jeongguk murmurs, keeping his voice soft and quiet to avoid pissing her off even more.
Yoonji groans and throws an arm over her eyes, turning underneath Jeongguk so she is lying on her back. Jeongguk can feel her morning wood press against his hip now, but he ignores it and lets more of his own weight rest on top of her. Her soft breasts caress his chest and his grin widens when Yoonji pushes her hair back to reveal her bare shoulders.
She truly is beautiful. Enough so that it still manages to knock the breath out of Jeongguk's lungs when he is least expecting it. Especially right now with her catlike eyes watching him like she is able to see his very soul.
And maybe she is, after all, Yoonji has always had a bit of a mystical aura to her and if she did happen to be a witch or something, Jeongguk would still love her all the same.
He reaches up and cups her face, watching the way she leans further into his touch and relaxes, the sheets slipping down further to show off her collar bones and pale skin. Jeongguk wants to sink his teeth right into her skin and mark her with red and purple flowers that would be difficult to hide, but he's going to be late for work if he does not leave in the next five minutes.
Yoonji smiles at him and grips the hairs on his nape, pulling him down towards her until she can lean up and kiss him how she wants, hips shifting until Jeongguk can feel her rutting against his thigh. She moans against his lips and Jeongguk knows he is going to be late.
He can't say that he minds all that much when Yoonji bites his lower lip and slips her tongue into his mouth though. Yoonji wriggling and groaning underneath him is more important than whatever is waiting for him at the office anyway.