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Wookjin is so beautiful when he sleeps, Jisung notes, soft eyes taking in the view of the sleeping maknae, his head pillowed on Jisung’s chest. His hand comes up to run gently through the messy black locks framing the other’s eyes, blinking slowly.
Wookjin is loud most of the time, volume at 200% more often than not, but Jisung never minds. He thinks it’s cute, the way the youngest never seems to run out of energy. He wishes he could be that way sometimes, and oftentimes Wookjin’s energy is enough to boost morale, but Jisung likes his silence too. The mornings were the perfect time of day for him to get in his silence time before waking up Wookjin. Neither one of them were really morning people, preferring to stay up late talking amongst other things after a long day, but Jisung didn’t mind waking up earlier, if only to catch a glance of a peaceful and sleeping Wookjin, before awakening the hurricane. Wookjin is always bright and cheerful, a force to be reckoned with.
But here, now, with his lips slightly parted and eyelashes brushing against Jisung’s chest, he can’t help but stare at the younger in adoration. The way his breath comes out in short puffs against Jisung’s bare skin, the way his cheek is squished against his chest, the way his fingers clutch at Jisung’s sides like he’s going to slip away in the middle of the night. Jisung adores him.
He’s just so damn cute.
Wookjin starts to stir, and Jisung freezes, like he was caught doing something he wasn’t supposed to. It’s not like Wookjin minds, of course, but it’s still an automatic reaction from Jisung. He’s not used to this yet. Being able to hold Wookjin and not feel like it’s forbidden. Dark lashes flutter, and Wookjin opens one eye, lazily looking up at Jisung, exhaustion still evident in his expression.
“Whatcha lookin’ at?” He croaks, throat dry from sleep. Jisung laughs softly, one hand coming up to Wookjin’s face, thumb brushing away a stray eyelash. The younger man practically purrs, leaning into the affection for a minute before turning his head to press a kiss to Jisung’s wrist. Jisung can feel his heart melting at the sweet gesture. Wookjin is always like this in the mornings. Sweet, pliant, affectionate. He’s most of those things all of the time, but there is just something special about the affection early in the morning.
“Nothing, just you.” Jisung murmurs back, smiling at Wookjin. “You’re pretty in the mornings.” He watches Wookjin’s eyes turn up at the praise, pretty lips breaking into a wide smile. The younger shifts, resting his chin on Jisung’s chest. He looks up at Jisung, his eyes practically sparkling, and Jisung can’t look away. Wookjin is magnetic, and Jisung is lost in his gaze.
Wookjin’s irises are like molten chocolate, warm and inviting. The color of hot chocolate on a cold winter’s night, the depth of the Earth and a warm blanket wrapped around shoulders while sitting on the porch. Jisung isn’t really one to wax too poetic, but there is just something about Wookjin that has him scribbling cheesy lyrics in his notebooks when he thinks the other isn’t paying attention.
Jisung’s gaze slips from Wookjin’s glittering eyes to his parted lips, and it’s obvious Wookjin notices with the way he breaks out into laughter before pushing himself up to be nose to nose with the other boy.
“If you wanted to kiss me, you know all you have to do is ask.” He says softly, big eyes blinking slowly. Jisung swallows, breathing just a little bit heavier. Wookjin is SO close. He feels like he can’t breathe, but in the best of ways. He’s suffocating on Wookjin’s presence and aura, and it’s intoxicating.
“Can I kiss you?” Jisung whispers, looking into Wookjin’s eyes. The younger man smiles for half a beat before pushing himself up further and pressing his lips to Jisung’s, and the other man swears he can see stars.
It’s not that he’s never kissed Wookjin before, because of course he has. Wookjin is too irresistible and Jisung is too weak for him to resist. But, every time the younger man presses his lips to Jisung’s, it’s like an entirely new experience. Jisung will never get sick of kissing Wookjin, not if he has anything to do with it.
One hand slides to Wookjin’s cheek, cupping the supple curve of his face, while the other not-so-gracefully fists itself in Wookjin’s grey t-shirt. Wookjin swings one leg over Jisung’s waist, settling into his lap, which makes Jisung startle, accidentally biting down on Wookjin’s lower lip. The younger pulls away with a laugh and touches his fingers to his bottom lip.
“Damn, do I taste delicious or something? Thought you were gonna take a bite out of me there for a second.” His eyes are glinting with amusement, so Jisung can’t help but laugh, his hands moving to rest on Wookjin’s hips.
“You just surprised me, that’s all. Didn’t mean to bite you so hard.” Jisung wipes a thumb across Wookjin’s lower lip, making the younger boy laugh softly. “But you don’t want me to answer the question about you tasting delicious.” Wookjin makes a face, flopping back down to lay next to Jisung, tucking his face against the older’s neck.
“I could say the same about you.” He teases, biting heatedly at the sensitive spot between Jisung’s neck and shoulder, making him squirm. He can feel the ghost of Wookjin’s laughter against his neck, and he can’t help but laugh along with him.
There’s a long moment when they’re both quiet, Wookjin’s breath hitting Jisung’s skin, making goosebumps spread down his neck and arms. Jisung just enjoys holding Wookjin, feeling the warmth of the other in his arms.
“You’re my universe, you know that right?” Jisung says quietly. The sudden comment makes Wookjin look up, their eyes meeting. He gazes into Jisung’s eyes for a long second before the corners crinkle with a smile.
“And you’re my starlight.” Wookjin murmurs back, a warm grin turning up the corners of his lips. Jisung can’t help but smile back, pressing a quick kiss to the top of Wookjin’s head.
“I love you silly.” Wookjin lets out a noise of indignation, snorting before resting his cheek back on Jisung’s shoulder, humming under his breath a tune which Jisung doesn’t recognize.
“I love you too dummy.”