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44. control

please show some love. this took me an incredibly long time. probably longer than it should have hahah. enjoy the long chapter!

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44.

It's only 6 in the morning when Jungkook's alarm starts blaring.

I groan and roll over to my side in displeasure, frowning and unwilling to open my eyes. When I drape my hand to where I think will be more bed, my eyes shoot open when I hit against metal.

"Ow," I whine.

My face is right at the top of the ladder, and my heart drops when I look down at how tall this bed really is.

I quickly shuffle away from the side until I hit into Jungkook's body by mistake.

He whines back at me, his body out stretching in a big yawn. His tired, groggy groans are like music to my ears.

I roll over again to face him; His eyes are still closed, but his mouth is moving as if he's tasting something. His chest sinks after exhaling.

"Shut it off," I complain.

I place my hand on his exposed bicep and shake him. His eyebrows furrow deeply before his eyes open. They're irritated and puffy.

Jungkook looks so boyfriend laying next to me, that I almost forget that he is my boyfriend.

His eyes close again and I sigh at him before sitting up. My vision is blurry from just awakening, and I'm attempting to move the white sheets around to find his encapsulated device.

"You're laying on it," I grumble.

"Jae-ya," he grouses.

I want to roll my eyes at his petty tone of voice, but the muscles in my face haven't even woken up yet. I'm instantly regretting the couple of hours we spent talking about nonsense.

I pull the sheets off of him and expose his half-naked body to the cold conditioned air. Jungkook's arms fold against his chest for self comfort, but I use my hands to pull him away from where the alarm sound is coming from.

"How can you sleep through this?"

"It has taken a lot of practice," he smiles with his eyes still closed.

When I finally shut the alarm off, my head falls into his chest and I lay there for a moment. His small breaths make my head move slightly up and down. It's peaceful. I wish every morning could be spent like this— laying with each other after being intimate.

Speaking of which— my eyes cannot stop staring at his abdomen. I went a little crazy with my kisses. There are sparing hickeys all over him. I place my hand on his skin and run my fingers over each one.

I hear him shutter from beneath me and I stop.

"You don't have to perform Fake Love, right?" I ask lowly.

I really hope this man doesn't have to expose his body on stage to a bunch of people while looking like this. The amount of makeup— no— the exposure to his bandmates of what I've done... even worse.

He answers me with a sound that is vaguely similar to something negative. I sigh in relief.

"Why?" he questions me.

"I...." I trail off.

Suddenly I feel shy about what I've done.

I know he didn't mind when we were in the heat of things, but this is his body. I'm afraid his inexperienced mind will be horrified to see what I did. It was too dark last night for him to notice.