HEAT • Chanrosé

eleven

The kiss behind her ear gently pulled her from her dream.

The kiss on the slip of her neck awoke her senses.

The kiss on her bare shoulder fluttered her eyes open.

"Good morning."

Chaeyoung breathed in deeply, a smile playing on her lips as her body coiling into the warmth she was being surrounded in. Her bed, his arms and the sun peeking through her closed curtains. The raspy tone of his voice sent chills down her her spine in the best way. How could she ever get bored of this? Of him? She couldn't keep her hands, lips, her mind away from him even if she tried. And neither could he.

His desire was greedy when he slipped into her bed the night before, but she was not going to complain. It was the first time she had experienced him being territorial over her and the first time he had brought up Jungkook in such way. Normally, it was a joke in passing. Never that serious. But his grip that night? Chanyeol wasn't joking, not one bit. He marked where he pleased and she let him. He took all that he could and she handed over freely with every throaty moan he caused.

She was addicted.

But maybe not to the fact that he was waking her up when the birds were still chirping.

"I can already already tell it's too early to be waking up." Chaeyoung grumbled, completely exhausted. Even his soft lips pressing against her skin wasn't going to stop her getting her way and staying in bed. "Sex isn't going to work."

He chuckled lightly, "It's worked before." She could feel him hovering against her shoulder.

"Not this time." She replied with sleepy determination, snuggling away from him and deeper into her bed.

"Come to the street market with me."

Her pulse quickened with his request, but she kept her face emotionless, her eyes still shut. "Hm. Sleep."

His weight shifted, lifting away from her as she began to sigh in content. Her bed grabbed a hold of her senses in victory and pulled her in. Chanyeol must have underestimated her stamina level because she was drained, or he just had one that could go for hundreds miles.

"Then I'm doing this the Chef Park way."

Her eyes shot open just as Chanyeol lifted her into his arms, almost roughly, her blanket and all hanging from her body. Chaeyoung whined, flinging her arms over her face to hide away. It was time for him to learn what she was like this early in the morning, anything before 12pm fell under the term early.

He placed her and the heap of blankets into the empty tub, tauntingly standing above her. Peering down with those eyes and thick brows. Chanyeol stood still for a second, as if he was waiting for her to make a move but she was just as stubborn as him.

Chaeyoung ruffled her blankets and pulled them into her chest as she curled into a comfortable position. "I can sleep anywhere, including here. Have fun at the market."

"Yeah?" He questioned, ticking a brow.

Her eyes widened watching him lean for the shower knob, "Don't. You. Dare."

The Chef Park way.

She didn't even have time to try and save herself from the ice cold water that sprayed down onto her, soaking into the blankets instantly. Chaeyoung gasped, trying to untangle herself from the drenched fabric but she had wrapped herself within them so deeply it was hard to get out.