Most of this book is pretty tame, to be honest. I put up the age in the title, just in-case, but I doubt I will write anything too mature. I accept requests when I can manage the time to complete them. Please use the correct chapter to request, and...
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You felt an arm prodding you slightly, waking you up completely from your deep slumber. It was early, the sun had just crept through the windows, shining down onto the carpet and plush rug that laid on-top. You stretched slowly, feeling your back and arms crack, a sweet sigh left your mouth as you felt the duvet shuffle and an arm snake around your waist slowly.
"Good morning, sleepy." Soobin said, his eyes barely open with locks of his black hair brushing past his eyes. You could barely see them but you still knew he was half asleep, his deep voice was even more harsher in the mornings, which was something you didn't mind.
"Mornin'." You hum back softly, feeling his hand pull you back into his arms as he cuddled you like a soft plush bear. He nestled his chin into your neck, placing soft kisses along your skin, sending shivers down your spine. You enjoyed every morning just like the first time you had spent the night at Soobin's. He always made sure it was special, filled with warmth and love.
"Aren't you hungry?" You say softly, hearing the quiet rumble from Soobin's tummy as he chuckled against your skin, sending goosebumps along your back and arms. You felt a small blush creep onto your cheeks, knowing that it didn't take much for you to be affected by Soobin's presence.
"I'm hungry, I guess." He mumbled, kissing the back of your neck again before abruptly getting out of bed and wondering out of the room. His warmth leaving the bed instantly as you shivered again, but not from him, from the cold.
You grab a robe from the back of the door and ponder out to the kitchen where Soobin had already started making pancakes. The scent of the delicious goodness already had your taste buds going wild, as you sat at the breakfast bar and watched him cook.
He began spilling out the mixture, making sure to cook each pancake perfectly and drizzling syrup all over the top. His smile never left as he continued to make more, watching you stuff each fluffy pancake into your mouth and letting out happy noises.
"You make the best pancakes, I swear." You say, smiling in awe as he blushed softly.
"Just for you, no one else." He said, walking around the counter and pulling you out of your chair and into a teddy bear hug. His warmth greeted you again as he captured your lips softly.
