Cotton Candy Boy | Jimin ✓

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"Don't you have to go to work or something?" Amber asked.

My eyes were still closed. Wanted them to stay closed as I was lying next to her, my arms snaked around her waist.

"Mhm."

She sighed. A smile appeared on my face.

"Jimin," she drawled my name as if annoyed, but I knew she wasn't annoyed.

I opened my eyes.

"Yes, baby?"

I could see her eyes widen a fraction and I chuckled.

"Jimin. We have work. Remember?" She said, as if I was a kid.

"I am the owner of that café. Remember?"

"Really now, Jimin?" She gave me an unimpressed look.

I smiled cheekily at her.

"Okay. I'm sorry. I'm getting up."

I sat up, unwillingly drawing my hands back from around Amber's waist.

"Good. Now you..."

I cut her off with a kiss.

As I pulled back, I chuckled at her awestruck and surprised face.

"What was that for?"

"A morning kiss. What else?"

I stood up from the bed, making my way to the bathroom.

"I'd love to wake up to this every morning." She was whispering, but I heard it loud and clear.

And I felt so happy, couldn't help the content smile on my lips.

. . .

I love sappy fluffy Jimin.