Unsatisfied with your life was an understatement. Being under the thumb of your father can have that effect. He wanted someone capable of running the company, but you wanted to pursue your passion. Countless unwanted blind dates and the threat of lo...
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Soft rustling woke me the next morning. I stretched, peeling one eye open to see it was still dark through the window overlooking the backyard. Fully intending on going back to sleep, I rolled over beside Hoseok, throwing an arm over his torso and a leg over his waist as I snuggled into him. The rustling had to have been him ditching the sheets as it was no longer covering him besides his feet. It was warm in the room, warmer than I typically liked it even and I made a mental note for myself to check with Jin about lowering the temperature when he came to get me for breakfast.
I thought Hobi had just shifted in his sleep, but he must have woken up at least a little as his hand found my hair. He dug his fingers in, massaging my scalp as his yawn broke the quiet silence of the early hours.
"It's warm." He murmured, kicking one of his legs out from the sheets completely.
I hummed in agreement, tilting my head up to look at him. He still had his head on the pillow, eyes closed. His chocolate curls were messy after not brushing them after his shower last night.
"It's probably a little cooler outside. I can open the patio door if you want."
He shook his head, curls flailing with the movement.
"No. Bugs will get in."
I giggled quietly, tucking myself closer to him. It's been a while since I've gotten to snuggle with Hoseok like this. Most nights, especially as of lately since everyone had been scrambling to find time off, I stayed with Jungkook or Taehyung. Sometimes both in one night. I'd fall asleep with Jungkook, but sometime during the night Tae would come home and steal me away to his own bed. He was good about not waking me, so those mornings when I would find myself in his bed instead of where I had fallen asleep, confusion was first and foremost. At least in the beginning it was. Now I was so used to it that I wasn't even surprised anymore.
"Ugh. It's too hot. I need to take this off." Hoseok grumbled, tugging at the end of his shirt.
I sat up, gripping his hand before he could do it himself.
"Let me help." I purred, slipping my hands under the hem.
I slowly dragged the top up his body, palms sliding against his warm skin as they coasted further up. He lifted his arms, letting me slide it over his head while I threw my leg over his waist to straddle him at the same time. As soon as his chest was bare, he fell back against the pillows, his fingers finding the edge of my own oversized shirt to slide them underneath. His touch was hot against my flesh, but I didn't mind. I let him explore while I looked down at him.
His hair nearly covered his eyes, the errant strands in dire need of a haircut as he shook them away from his face. The sight of him doing so was adorable. I smiled, reaching forward to brush them back for him, taking the opportunity to kiss him as I did so. He kissed me back hungrily, hands finding a home on my ass as he squeezed it roughly, dragging me further up his body so I was easier to reach. I gripped his shoulders to support myself as I leaned into him more. My tongue slipped past his lips, caressing his own and earning myself a soft moan as a reward.
