Stigma | KTH ✔

35 | Winter Disaster

Long time no see (':

Please read author's note at the end. Now please enjoy this chapter! It's a lengthy one (as usual) so grab some tea and snaccs, and brace yourselves..

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That I even managed to open my eyes this unwelcomed morning was a miracle in its own, since my lids were practically glued together. With a throaty groan in misery, I turn off the alarm that resonated from my phone and buried myself under the duvet again.

A moan is heard from beside me as Taehyung also slowly wakes up, but I could hear that he wasn't too eager to get up either.

"What time is it?" he mumbles, snuggling closer to me.

"Eight," I reply with an equally tired voice.

"Do we have to get up?" he complains.

"I'd rather die. The breakfast buffé is open to nine though, so if the others go then I'm sure they won't let us sleep."

"I'm pretty sure Yoongi, Hobi and Kai are immune to alarms this early. I think we're good."

"Thank god.." I sigh, a sparkle of excitement igniting in me at the thought of sleeping for two more hours. "Goodnight again then."

Then we proceed to drowse through an hour and a half. The last twenty minutes we probably spent trying to fall back into a deeper sleep, but not really succeeding.

"Blue?" Taehyung whispers when he'd had enough of doing nothing. "Are you sleeping?"

"Yes," I answer dryly without opening my eyes.

Unexpectedly, he grabs onto my sides to turn me around, then pulling me up to settle my head on his chest.

"Yay you're awake! Goodmorning babe," he beams in joy before placing a lingering kiss on my forehead.

"Goodmorning," I mumble tiredly, but snuggling my face into his face comfortably.

"You know.. I realized something."

"What?"

"You said you'd massage my butt yesterday."

I tense slightly. "I was joking?"

"Well, I wasn't. So you owe my butt attention."

He always amazes me with the amount of times he levels up in adorableness.

I sigh heavily, but eventually sitting up on the bed. "Turn around," I command, and he complies happily. Now lying on his stomach I move to sit on his thighs just below his hips.

And just like any other normal, good girlfriend would logically do in this position; I slap his butt.

"OW! Bluueeee that hurt!" he screams into the pillow, making me laugh sadistically.

"Sorry, I couldn't resist," I coo sweetly, now gently stroking over the place I hit him before commencing the real massage session.

How the hell is his butt this soft and jiggly but still firm? The ass of Korea I tell you.