teacher - seungmin x reader

- twenty six -

"y/n, time to get up baby~" a smooth voice sang, light and sweet like honey trickling down your throat. a warm hand gently rubbing your arm to wake you up, soft strokes to keep you as peaceful as you were asleep. you felt the mattress behind you dip beneath their weight, soft cotton rubbing against your skin. 

"hm," you hummed, turning over the covers and throwing your arm blindly over whoever it was that warmed you with their body heat. 

they chuckled, pulling you by the waist and hugging you close to them. 

"still smell so good, fucking missed you." they sighed, smelling the top of your head before planting a soft kiss on your forehead. 

you squirmed under their hold, inhaling that faint scent of lavender that always made you feel so safe, so warm. a tingling feeling spread through your chest, your whole body instantly relaxing and loosening up. you opened your eyes to peek at whoever was holding you this sweetly, the familiar grey hoodie that seungmin always wore pressed against your cheek.

"smell like my seungmin," you mumble, still half asleep and disoriented. 

"your seungmin, hm?" he whispers back, his hold on you tightening. 

"s'mine. so warm, so good. mine," you sigh, burying your face against his chest. 

"okay, baby. im yours." he sighs, gently rubbing your back up and down. 

"m'yours too?" you groggily mumble, slowly drifting back to sleep. 

"mhm, you're all mine." seungmin whispers, stroking your hair and lulling you to rest. 

"promise me," you whined, lifting your face up and cracked your eyes open just a peep, enough to make out his disheveled hair and deep cocoa eyes which seemed to smile down at you. 

"i promise." he whispers, thumb dragging across the skin of your cheek and planting a soft kiss on your lips. 

you jerk awake, right hand immediately flying to touch your lips, trying desperately to remember the feel of seungmin's lips on yours. your chest tightens when you look to your side, half hoping to see seungmin there, a confused look on his face to your violent movement.

you miss him, you think, sitting up with a sigh. the curtains are drawn, the sunlight trying to bleed through the sheer fabric and settling onto the other boys' faces. chan clings onto felix, who's limbs are completely wrapped around changbin. the eldest member looks so small like this, body curled inwards and head buried in the crook of felix's neck. felix is no different, leg draped over changbin's middle. 

changbin snores softly, his favorite plushie hanging desperately onto his open hand, threatening to fall onto the floor. from beside you, jeongin shifts to face you, brows furrowed in a deep sleep. han and minho are cuddled up on the couch against your bed, han's form on top of minho, who wraps his arms around the younger protectively. 

you realize hyunjin isn't beside you, the space where his body should be empty and cold. you lie back down, dismissing it with a shrug. sensing your presence, the youngest throws an arm around your shoulders, hugging your side against him. you let him, deciding to go back to sleep despite the clock reading it was already six. 

"you said his name in your sleep," jeongin suddenly whispers, eyes closed and body so still you think you imagined it until he opens an eye to peer at you. 

"kept mumbling how he was yours." 

"oh." you whispered back, feeling jeongin's hold on you tighten with a sigh. 

"you miss him?" he asks, turning so he was laying flat on his back, his right shoulder touching your left. 

you nod, staring straight at the ceiling. "dunno why. i mean i didnt think about him much this week until literally just now." you joke halfheartedly.