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LOVE ALARM -SMUT! (VERY VERY explicit sexual content If that make you uncomfortable please do not continue to read this chapter.) You've been warned
In days like these Rosé felt the most at peace, wrapped in her lover's arms sharing body heat. Cuddled against each other on their small apartment couch, the occasional deep laugh and rumbling of Jimins chest vibrating on her back.
They were currently watching love alarm, a k-drama on netflix, Jimin chose the series. Rosé claimed to not have liked it, saying it was too predictable but ended up being the one reminding Jimin they needed to watch it. Maybe Rosé just liked the satisfaction of being all curled up to the older male, maybe she was selfish for wanting it like this all the time. Even on those days Jimin worked extra late at work, and although Rosé always tried to stay up for him she'd somehow slip into the warm calls of sleep.
Jimin didn't mind though, just made sure to tuck the younger in, covering her properly with the sheet and cuddling with her as soon as possible.
Jimin was a hard worker, worked when he was sick, when he was tired, when he was weak, physically, mentally. But still he came home with the biggest smile on his face to greet his girlfriend who got off of work earlier than him.
Thinking about this made Rosé heart hurt. She bends her head back to look at her boyfriend, her boyfriend who raises a brow at her in question with a small smile on his face.
Rosé sits up a bit turning her body so that she could nussle her face into the elders neck,
"Are you okay chae?" he asks, rubbing circles on Rosés back.
Rosé nods. "Never better, I just love you." She says airily, a breath of air escaping past her lips.
"I love you too." he chuckles "somethings bothering you."
Rosé sits up entranced by Jimins coffee brown eyes, she sits on his lap, knees on either side of him.
Naturally jimins hands rest on her waist.
"Love alarm is getting boring again." She says dryly barley above a whisper.
Jimins hands slowly caressed up her sides, fingers gripping lightly to the cloth separating him from Rosés warm skin. "You said you wanted to watch it though."
