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29. post

29.

When I wake up I almost forget what had happened last night. Almost— that is, until I set sight on my incredibly beautiful and shirtless boyfriend laying next to me.

I can't help the smile that spreads on my face at the sight of him. He's asleep yet the edges of his lips are pinched upward and he is breathing softly.

We fell asleep not long after he was done with his shower. I know he had wanted to stay up and have some nice pillow talk, but his tiredness was apparent when he fell asleep in the middle of a sentence.

I lay my hand flat against his chest and close my eyes. I can feel the steady beat of his heart, and the slow movements of his chest rising and falling. I sigh softly against his skin.

I jump at the sound of a blaring alarm. Jungkook's eyes crack open and he groans to himself before his arm falls into the nightstand. He clicks the lock button on his phone and releases a heavy sigh.

I look at my phone and see that it's 6AM.

"Jae-ya," he says groggily. His eyes are closed again.

"Mhm?"

He doesn't respond to me. I shift my head upward to look at him and he has fallen asleep again. I laugh through my nose and lean my lips down against his chest to leave small kisses.

His nose scrunches.

"I'm tired," he rolls to his side. I frown.

"Your alarm went off for a reason," I sit up and place my two hands on his side.

"I was supposed to be awake an hour ago," he chuckles at me.

"Jungkook."

"Yes, noona?"

He peers over his shoulder at me with barely opened eyes but the most mischievous smirk. The sight is unreal to see and I want so badly to photograph him but refrain from doing so.

"Don't call me noona," I lean my chin against his side.

"You like it," he yawns.

"No—"

"Noona, noona, noona. My Jae-ya noona." He is singing loudly and laughing at himself.

I hit his arm playfully.

"I only allow it sometimes," I give in sheepishly.

Jungkook smiles widely at what I've said. It seems this tormenting "누나" business is my own personal reminder of our cultural differences. He is trying to respect me but calling me in honorifics is just weird for me. I view him as an equal— if not more. But, He knows me too well and it's scary. Sometimes when he calls me 누나 it makes my heart jump. It's so cute.

His tired aura quickly turns into a playful, fully energized aegyo session. I use both of my hands to push him onto his back to make him look at me. I squish his cheeks in between my thumbs and pointer fingers.

His phone alarm starts to go off again and he is quick to sit up in annoyance to turn the device off.

"Shut up!" He yells at the phone.