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in the morning light
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The display on your phone shows it’s past five a.m. yet you’re wide awake. The first strands of fragile morning light has just begun to drift through into the bedroom, careful not to disturb anything in its wake.
You turn to your side, propping yourself up on your elbow, and watch as Jeon Jungkook sleeps beside you.
It still feels a little unreal every time you look at him.
His hair is soft and messy against the pillow, falling over his eyes in a way you know he’d brush away instantly if he were awake. There’s a faint crease on his cheek from where it’s pressed into the fabric, and his lips are parted just enough for you to hear the quiet rhythm of his breathing.
He looks younger like this. Innocent. Not the confident performer −the man who commands a stage without trying− but just Jungkook. Warm, human and real.
Yours.
Your fingers hover for a second before you let them move, touching back a strand of hair back from his face. He shifts slightly, a quiet sound leaving him, and your heart flutters, half afraid that you might wake him −and half hoping you will.
But he settles again, and you smile helplessly, because how are you supposed to explain this feeling? The way your chest tightens just looking at him, and the way that something in you melts at the tiniest details like the faint curve of his nose, the tickle of his lashes against his skin, and the protective manner in which his hand is loosely curled near your waist, as if even in sleep, he’s reaching for you.
You trace his inked hands, and the line of his knuckles, with your eyes, remembering how those same hands hold you gently, teasingly but lovingly. How he laughs when you pretend to be annoyed, and how he looks at you like you’re something he still can’t quite believe he has.
“You’re up early.” Jungkook’s voice is rough with sleep, low and quiet, and your breath hitches.
His eyes aren’t fully open yet, but there’s a hint of a grin tugging at his lips. He doesn’t even move, just watches you through that hazy, half-awake gaze.
“I thought you were asleep,” you whisper.
“I was,” he mumbles. “But I could feel you watching me. You’re kinda hard to ignore.”
You feel your face flush, but you don’t avert your eyes. You can’t, especially when he’s looking at you like that now, more awake by the second, his gaze softening in a way that feels so tender and vulnerable.
“I wasn’t trying to wake you, Koo−” you say quietly. “Go back to sleep. It’s still early.”
He lets out a quiet huff of a laugh, shifting closer instead. His hand finds yours, fingers rubbing over your skin. “Come here,” he murmurs huskily.
You don’t need to be told twice.
He reaches up to cup your face in his hands, slowly bringing you in towards him. He meets you halfway, and in that moment, everything feels still. His breath mingles with yours, thumbs circling patterns onto your skin. The scent of his soap lingers on his skin, and you can feel the heat of his body pulling you in like a magnet.
“You always look at me like that?” he asks quietly.
“Like what?”
“Like I’m−” He trails off, then gives a shy smile. “I don’t know −everything.”
Your heart blooms instantly, telling you what he means to you. “You are, Koo,” you say with conviction.
It’s the truth. He’s your world.
His expression deepens, the playfulness taking a back seat as his strong hand caresses your cheek, his dark eyes pinning you with an intense gaze that makes you feel breathless.
When he kisses you, it’s slow and gentle, full of meaning. You feel it everywhere, not just on your lips, but in the quiet manner he exhales against you, in the slight pull of his fingers, and in the way he stays close even after as if he has no intention of letting you go.
When you part, Jungkook smiles sleepily. “Good morning,” he whispers, nudging the tip of your nose with his and stealing another quick kiss, “−My love.”
You blush as you smile back, burying your face into the firm comfort of his chest. He laughs and gathers you to him, holding you tightly in his arms as he peppers the top of your head with tiny kisses, stroking your hair lovingly.
There’s nowhere else you’d rather be than here in his arms, waking up with him right beside you.
Every single morning.
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