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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞

-WOOYOUNG- morning love
-WEEK LATER-

The morning felt peaceful as I lay in bed, gazing out of the windows with San's arms wrapped around me from behind. I sighed softly, checking the time on my phone and realizing that soon I'd have to leave to ensure the apartment was getting finished before I moved in. It had been a week since we had spent a night in each other's arms, and he had unlocked a desire in me that I had been shy of embracing.

As I glanced over my shoulder, I saw San sleeping peacefully, his expression serene. Closing my eyes, I let the tranquility of the moment wash over me, relishing in the warmth of his embrace.

Suddenly, I felt him pulling me closer against his body, his arms wrapping around me possessively. "Good morning, love," he murmured, his voice husky with sleep and filled with affection.

I smiled softly, nuzzling against him. "Good morning," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. "I could stay like this forever."

He chuckled softly, the sound vibrating against my back. "As much as I'd love that, we've got a busy day ahead," he said, pressing a gentle kiss to the nape of my neck.

I sighed contentedly, intertwining my fingers with his. "I know," I admitted reluctantly. "But right now, I just want to stay here with you."

"Then let's savor this moment," he replied, pulling me even closer. And in that moment, with his arms around me, I felt a sense of peace and contentment wash over me, knowing that no matter what the day held, we would face it together.

"I'm savoring it alrighty, I never want to leave," I said, shifting closer to him, seeking even more comfort in his embrace.

"Stop moving like that baby," he grunted playfully , his voice muffled against my neck, his arms tightening around me.

I chuckled softly. "I didn't do anything, I was just getting comfortable," I whispered innocently, feeling his body relax slightly against mine.

He hummed in response, letting out a soft grunt. In that moment, with the early morning sunlight streaming through the window and the warmth of his body enveloping me,

I smiled to myself, holding back a soft giggle as I shifted my hips against him teasingly before attempting to sneak off the bed. But before I could escape, he pulled me back, pressing me into the bed with a playful yet firm grip.

"Now you've gone and woken me up," he said, his voice filled with amusement, a smirk playing on his lips as his arms wrapped around me possessively. "And I was having such a nice dream."

His words sent a shiver down my spine, the playful tone in his voice igniting a spark of desire within me. Caught in his embrace, I couldn't help but chuckle softly, feeling the warmth of his body against mine.

"Sorry, I couldn't resist," I replied, my voice tinged with playful innocence as I leaned back into his embrace. "But I suppose I can stay a little longer."

As he held me close, his laughter mingled with mine, creating a symphony of joy and affection that filled the room. In that moment, with the early morning sunlight streaming through the window and the warmth of his embrace enveloping me, I felt an overwhelming sense of contentment.

"I don't mind being woken up like this," he murmured, his voice low and husky as he nuzzled against my neck. "In fact, I could get used to it."