"JUST COME BACK TO bed." Seokjin groans as he rolls to his stomach, peering at her with sleep ridden eyes. "Please." He murmured before dropping his head back to the floor, his black hair contrasting with the white comforter.
She stared at him, leaning against the table across from their room, with languid eyes. "No more sleeping. We've slept for half the day. If we keep going at this rate, we'll overtake Yoongi." She walks over to him, pushing his hair out of his face as his eyes close at the feeling of her hands on his face.
A squeal escapes her as he grabs her hand and pulls her into the bed with him. His arms wrap around her waist instantly as her hands go to his chest.
"Are you going to spend the rest of the day sleeping?" She asks, her tone light and airy.
He moans into her skin as an answer. She lets her head drop as she grows comfortable in his embrace. "And here we have Seokjin, a rare species that sleeps his life away." She brought a fist to her lips as if it was microphone and she was a presenter on television. He laughed deeply, his chest vibrating against her small body. He smells like the yogurt that he had for breakfast before getting back into bed.
"Seriousl-" His lips press against her, making her swallow the rest of her words and she tilts her head to the side. When he pulls away, she is left breathless and staring at him with a smile. "You're annoying." His face rests close to hers, and she can feel his eyelashes against her cheeks as he silently chuckles.
So she closes her eyes for a while and when she finally opens them, she finds him staring at her. "What?" She asks, bringing her hands to his face to brush away the newly dyed hair.
"Just thinking how two years ago, I was following you around to get your number and now you're wearing my shirt." He replies with twinkling eyes. A laugh escaped her as she remembered. At the end, he had to steal it off Yoongi's phone because he was too stubborn to ask him for it.
"I don't quite remember it that way."
"I have no idea what you are talking about." He solemnly says and she has to stop herself from reaching out and pinching his cheeks.
Instead, she laughs again. "Get up."
"Don't tell me what to do."
"Kiss me."
"Tell me what to do."
