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As Yoongi's eyes fluttered open in the soft morning light, his gaze immediately fell upon the peacefully sleeping figure next to him. Jimin, his husband, lay there with a serene expression, his delicate features bathed in the gentle glow.
Yoongi couldn't help but feel a surge of warmth as he watched Jimin sleep, marvelling at the beauty that he was lucky enough to wake up to every day.
Quietly, Yoongi leaned in closer, studying Jimin's features as if committing every detail to memory. He traced the curve of Jimin's eyelashes, the graceful arch of his brows, and the way his lips formed a subtle, contented smile even in slumber. His heart swelled with a deep affection that never seemed to fade.
With a soft sigh, Yoongi reluctantly pulled himself away from the sight, knowing that he had to get his day started. He gently planted a tender kiss on Jimin's forehead before slipping out of bed. Padding quietly to the bathroom, he began his usual morning routine, the sound of running water and gentle hums filling the space.
After his shower, Yoongi stood in front of the mirror, clad in his crisp formal attire. He carefully combed his dark hair, watching as it fell into place. Lost in thought, he almost missed the faint movement on the bed behind him. Turning, he saw Jimin stirring, his eyelids fluttering open slowly.
Jimin's gaze met Yoongi's, and he offered a soft, sleepy smile. "Morning," he murmured, his voice husky with sleep. He shifted slightly, wincing as a soreness radiated through his body, a reminder of their passionate night together.
Yoongi's heart ached at the sight of Jimin's discomfort. He hurried back to the bed, concern etching his features.
"Hey, are you okay?" he asked gently, brushing a strand of hair away from Jimin's face.
Jimin nodded, his smile never fading. "Yeah, just a little sore." His eyes sparkled with affection as he reached out to touch Yoongi's hand. "But it's a good kind of sore, you know?"
Yoongi chuckled softly, relief washing over him. "I'm glad you think so." He leaned down to press a soft kiss against Jimin's lips, his touch gentle yet filled with love. "I'm sorry if I got carried away."
Jimin's fingers found their way to Yoongi's cheek, his touch warm and reassuring. "Don't apologize. I love it when you get carried away."
They shared a tender moment, their eyes locked in an unspoken exchange of emotions. The depth of their connection was palpable, a silent understanding of each other's feelings and desires.
As Jimin slowly sat up, Yoongi offered a helping hand, his concern never wavering.
"Let me get you something for the soreness," he said softly, a mix of protectiveness and adoration in his voice.
"You're too good to me, Yoongi." Jimin's gaze held a mixture of gratitude and affection.
"And you mean the world to me, Jimin." Yoongi brushed a thumb over Jimin's knuckles, his heart swelling with affection.
