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I breathed out softly, my body stretching instinctively as the soft morning light kissed my face. The cool air brushed against my bare skin, making me moan softly at the sudden chill. Arching my back slightly, I felt a pleasant ache in my muscles as I stretched my arms above my head. A groan escaped my lips before I slowly opened my eyes, squinting against the brightness. It took a moment for my vision to adjust, but when it did, I froze.
There he was-Taehyung. Propped up on one elbow, his face resting against his hand, his dark eyes fixed on me with an intensity that made my breath hitch. The way he was looking at me, like I was the only thing in the world that mattered, sent a shiver down my spine.
My heart skipped a beat, but that moment of awe was short-lived. His gaze drifted, sliding down from my face to my chest, and then his tongue darted out to wet his lips. That's when it hit me -
Oh, Fuck! I'm naked!
Panic surged through me, and I quickly grabbed the blanket, pulling it up to cover myself. I must have kicked it off during my sleep when I stretched. His deep chuckle broke the silence, sending vibrations through the air as he leaned closer, his face now mere inches from mine. His warm breath fanned my face, and I pressed my lips into a thin line, desperately trying to maintain my composure.
No matter how bold I acted, under Taehyung's gaze, I crumbled. Every ounce of confidence melted away, leaving me feeling like a flustered teenager caught staring at her crush. He made me feel exposed-not just physically, but emotionally.
"I've already seen everything, baby," he said, his morning voice deep and raspy, each word laced with amusement. "There's nothing left to hide. And not just seen," he added, his lips curling into a devilish smirk.
"I've had devoured every single inch of you. What's the point of hiding behind those sheets, hmm?"
His words sent goosebumps skittering across my skin. God, the way he spoke in the morning, his voice dripping with lazy confidence, was enough to undo me completely. I opened my mouth to respond, to say something-anything-but he cut me off with a sudden, gentle kiss, catching me off guard.
"Good morning, little disaster," he murmured against my lips, pulling back just enough to study my face. I could feel my cheeks heating up, my lips betraying me as they curled into a smile. My breath quickened, and I knew without a doubt that my face must have been bright crimson.
"Did I make you blush just early in the morning?" he teased, his voice soft yet teasing as his hand slipped beneath the sheets, trailing along my collarbone. My heart raced at the warmth of his touch, his fingers skimming across my chest.
"Taehyung," I managed to breathe out, my voice barely a whisper. His name sounded more like a plea, though I wasn't sure if I wanted him to stop or continue.
" But what about making you moan loudly this early in the morning?" he asked, emphasizing the words moan and baby in a way that sent a shiver down my spine. His grin was pure mischief, his dark eyes gleaming with amusement.
