Collection of GOT7 One-Shots (xReader)

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The weight of his limbs was making it harder for you to get up. Despite knowing that you have to get ready for work in an hour, with a new intern waiting in your office to be trained, you wondered if calling in sick would affect the new guy's career in the future. You weren't sick though; in fact, you feel calm and contented with your man's arms securing you to his body, his breath fanning your neck in rhythm. Sunlight was only starting to peek from your semi-closed curtains, but birds were already up and singing you good morning hymns.

You rubbed Jaebeom's exposed shoulder, wondering how he could sleep without a shirt on and not get sick from the air conditioning. This made him stir from his slumber, groaning sleepily before adjusting his embrace to hold you tighter.

You sighed. He was unknowingly convincing you to skip work. What a powerful man. You reached a hand to the back of his head and gently ran your fingers through his soft, undone locks.

This finally woke him up. You felt his face go up from being burried on your side; you met his half-opened eyes with a small smile. "Good morning."

Jaebeom didn't want to believe that it's already morning. He frowned and tentatively turned away, enough to see that the window was being illuminated from outside. He hummed in disagreement, about to go back to his cuddled position beside you.

"No, we have to get up," you declared, removing his arm from your midriff.

"No, we don't have to," he mumbled.