The morning light crept through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room. YN woke slowly, the warmth of the sheets cocooning her in a haze of sleep. But as soon as her mind began to clear, she realized something—Jimin was still lying beside her. His arm was around her waist, his body pressed close to hers, and he was still fast asleep, his breathing steady and deep.
Her mind raced as she remembered last night incident, His face was still relaxed, his hair tousled in that way that made him look both effortless and impossibly handsome.
She sighed quietly, trying not to disturb him. The idea of slipping away from him crossed her mind, but then she'd have to deal with the awkwardness, before she could even make a move, Jimin stirred. His arm tightened around her waist, pulling her closer against him. He wasn't asleep anymore.
"Morning, Muffin," he murmured, his voice husky from sleep, as he buried his face in her hair, breathing her in. He didn't seem in any rush to let go of her.
YN stiffened, her body tensing at the sound of his voice. She hadn't expected him to wake up so quickly, and she definitely hadn't expected him to pull her even closer.
"Jimin," she whispered, her voice a little too sharp as she tried to wiggle out of his grip. "Let go."
His response was a soft chuckle, low and teasing. "No, Muffin. You're not getting away that easily." He tightened his arm around her, trapping her in his embrace.
She glared at him, trying not to let the warmth blooming in her chest show on her face. "I need to make breakfast for us," she muttered, her breath uneven as she shifted again, attempting to put some space between them.
Jimin only hummed in response, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "Breakfast can wait." He nuzzled against her neck, his lips brushing against her skin, making her pulse quicken. "You don't need to rush. Stay with me a little longer."
YN's chest tightened at the closeness, her heart hammering in her chest. It wasn't that she didn't want to stay with him—her body betrayed her at every touch, at every word—but she couldn't ignore the feeling that this was dangerous.
She swallowed, trying to regain some semblance of control. "We should at least get up," she insisted, her voice firm but lacking the strength she wanted it to have. "We can't just lay here all day."
Jimin sighed, a soft chuckle escaping him as his eyes remained closed. He pulled her closer, his lips grazing her forehead in a gentle kiss. He opened his eyes, his gaze softening as he looked down at her. Her cheeks were flushed, a deep red that made his heart skip a beat.
He smirked, his teasing smile making her heart race even faster. "What's this, Muffin? Do you have a fever?"
YN was completely shocked, her heart thumping in her chest at his words. She hadn't expected this side from him. His teasing, the way he looked at her so casually, left her wondering what his plan was.
She could feel her cheeks burning even more as she stared up at him, her mind racing. "I-I don't have a fever," she stammered, trying to regain some control over herself. But the way he was looking at her—so relaxed, so sure of himself—only made her more nervous.
Jimin's smile widened as he continued to study her, noticing the way her body trembled ever so slightly. He could see right through her. The way she was acting, the way her heart raced—she was just as affected as he was. And that made him want to tease her even more.
He leaned in, brushing his lips against her cheek, lingering there for just a second longer than necessary. "You're so cute when you're flustered," he murmured, his voice low and smooth.
YN's mind whirled. What was his game? Why was he being like this—so playful, so confident? And why did it make her feel like she was losing control?
She pulled herself out of the warmth of the bed. Jimin's arms were still around her, but she gently disentangled herself from him.
She quickly walked over to the bathroom, splashing cold water on her face to clear her head. The mirror reflected the flush on her cheeks, and she sighed, frustrated with how easily he could fluster her.
What is he playing at? she thought, trying to shake off the warmth that spread through her every time she thought about him.
After a quick shower, she dressed in a simple pair of shorts and a cozy sweater, running a brush through her damp hair. She took a deep breath, trying to focus on the task at hand. Make breakfast, she reminded herself. Focus on something normal.
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