Book of BTS

Good Morning (Jung Hoseok)

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Hey guys I'm back again and this time it's with my second J-Hope imagine! Yay! If you couldn't tell at all, I'm very Hoseok biased SO shoutout to the Hoseok biased out there ✌🏽💕 - Admin Sunshine ☀️
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I woke up with a headache from Hell and a snoring boy next to me. There was warmth radiating from him like a heater and I lifted my head up slowly to see who it was. You wouldn't believe how many times I've woken up to a guy next to me, not in the "morning after" sense but sometimes it was, but this one was different.
It was Hoseok, sleeping upside down on the black pleather couch of the dressing room. His hair was hanging in a short almost bowl cut. His pink lips were slightly parted with faint snores coming from his mouth with his feet against the wall, covered in bleach white Nike high tops. My favorite shoes that I just so happened to own myself. I sat upright on the couch, preparing to get up to get drinks from the mini fridge when I heard Hoseok stirring slightly next to me, his body squeaking against the pleather.
"Jagi," he whined, in his deep, sleepy morning voice.
I didn't say anything, as I was too tired to, so I looked next to me and down at him.
"Ne?" I replied, a slight bit of Korean I've picked up during the time spent here. By this time, I was already up and got two bottles of juice from the fridge.
"Come cuddle me." He answered, sounding incredibly desperate. Hoseok was almost, just about shirtless and might as well been for the small shirt he was wearing. It barely covered his skin, and it showed off his hard earned muscles.
I laid down on the couch on my right side, my head on his stomach and the rest of my body on what was left on the couch. My black Vans were on the floor next to a shirt and another pair of shoes.
"We need a blanket, I'm cold." I stated.
"No we don't. You can use my love to keep you warm." Hoseok answered while he wrapped his arms around me.
I giggled quietly with a small snort coming out, causing me to blush. Even when it was ridiculously early, he was still cute and adorable, cracking jokes. I cuddled into his chest tighter, which shockingly made me warmer.
"You know, I actually am kind of warmer now." I said after a brief moment of silence.
"See? It's working already." Hoseok replied.
"Ok but now I'm hungry."
"Sssshh," he ordered while slapping his giant palm of his right hand over my face.
"Ah! My faceu!" I exclaimed while my stomach growled angrily.
I put my hand over his face, too, except it took nowhere near the amount of space on his face like his had.
"You know, they say if your hand is bigger than your face you have cancer." I said, pretending like it was a fact.
"Really? Lemme see." Hoseok said.
He moved my small, Jimin-sized hand away from his face and replaced it with his own. As soon as the palm of his hand touched his nose, I smacked his hand. I laughed loudly while he glared at me in mock anger. I knew he wasn't mad. In a flash, he sat upright and tackled me into the couch, landing on top of my petit frame. Hoseok tickled me on my ribs causing me to laugh and apologize for what I did. Finally, he stopped and just admired me.
"Good morning," I muttered while moving my lips close to his.
"Good morning." He replied and then kissed me.