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68. EN- Jay - Staying Home

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↬ pairing: park jongseong / jay x reader
↬ genre: fluff | established relationship | teensy bit suggestive (just some kissing tbh)
↬ warnings: none
↬ w/c: 953

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Your consciousness was in the battle of waking up for good or going back to sleep and as your arms instinctively hugged your favorite source of warmth tighter, it seemed as if you were leaning towards the latter. Your actions earn you a light chuckle from Jay as you feel his lips kiss the top of your head while his hand cups your cheek.

"Wake up," you hear him say softly.

"10 more minutes," you mutter as you rest your head into the crook of his neck, not yet wanting to wake up. He brings up the blanket to better cover you both,

"10 more minutes, love." Your response is a small "thank you" muffled into his neck and Jay knows that this is the only place he ever wants to be at, by your side. His heart clenches at the sight of you asleep on top of him, with your hand resting on top of his chest he wonders if you can feel how incredibly fast his heart is beating. Today was a rare day for him, one that he could spend the entirety of with you and you alone. Last night, he had asked you what you wanted to do. Offered up many choices like watching a movie, shopping at the mall, or a dinner date at the newest hyped-up restaurant, even all three. Whatever you wanted to do, whether it was one thing or multiple, he would've made the effort to go with it. But instead,

"I wanna stay home," you answered as you ate a spoonful of your ice cream, your feet resting on his lap. He looked at you, somewhat shocked. A whole day with each other and you wanted to stay home?

"Really?" he asked.

"Mhm," you replied with a smile. Well who was he to say no to that?

At the feel of you shifting to get more comfortable, Jay's brought back to reality. He glances at his phone and realizes more than 10 minutes have passed but he can't bring himself to wake you up. He wanted to stay like this, enjoy it for as long as he could while he still could. He stares up at the ceiling, deciding to himself that your day will truly start when you decide to get out of bed. It happens a little over half an hour later, you wake up for real for real. Only this time, you're the one met with Jay's sleepy face. You bring up a hand to cup it, the tip of your thumb grazing his bottom lip. You've bought your boyfriend lots of chapstick but for whatever reason, none of them seemed to be working. Suddenly, Jay's teeth are on your thumb biting it.

"Yah!" you exclaim. He holds your hand, pressing a kiss on your thumb and with a smile,

"10 minutes, you said."

"To be fair, you didn't wake me up," you countered.

"You looked comfortable."

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Your day ultimately begins sometime before noon with the both of you in the kitchen. Jay allowed you to help him with the food prep but actually cooking was a different story.

"Let me help!" you say with a pout. Jay kisses you, teeth purposely (but lightly) biting your bottom lip as he pulls away.

"It won't take long," he replies. His nice way of telling you no. You end up setting the table but when you finish, Jay's still cooking. Leaning on the doorway of your kitchen, you can't help but admire the sight of his back while he wears his loose black shirt and gray sweatpants. His shoulders were broad and wide from all the working out he was doing. His back was like a canvas, one that you wanted to paint with scratches. You feel your cheeks heating up and shake your head while letting out a deep breath, now was not the time to thirst over your boyfriend. You go behind him, making an effort to keep your footsteps unheard. As your arms wrap around his waist,

"Yah! Don't sneak up on me like that!" he says, slightly jumping up. Yet despite his words and despite how you can't see him, you just know that he's smiling to himself. One hand links itself with yours.

"How much longer?" you ask as you rest your head on his back.

"I don't know, 10 more minutes?" You rolled your eyes but said nothing, deciding to enjoy just being in Jay's presence for as long as you could. After eating came the dishes, something that you insisted on doing all on your own. Jay came up behind you this time, his chest covering all of your back and enveloping you in a type of warmth trademarked by him and him alone. While hugging you tighter you feel his lips tracing light kisses starting from your shoulder then leading towards your neck.

"Jay, I'm trying to do the dishes!"

"I'm not stopping you."

"You're teasing."

"And you weren't?" You dry your hands with a nearby towel and turn your head so that you were looking at Jay,

"I hate you."

"You sure?"

"Mhm." He smiles, tilting your chin upwards and as if it were second nature, your eyes close. It was meant to be a quick kiss but he couldn't stop himself from taking it deeper. Your hands clutch at his shirt, his settling dangerously low on your back. He feels himself getting lost in the kiss, now knowing that home wasn't the apartment that you shared nor was it the house he grew up in with his parents. Home was your warmth, your comfort, and your embrace. You were home and for as long as he could, he wanted to stay.