You stretched, listening to the satisfying pops of your joints shifting with each movement. Blinking away the lingering sleep, you glanced at the clock beside your bed.
It took a moment to fully register the warmth of strong arms encircling your waist. Turning, you saw your boyfriend, Jin, still drowsy, pulling you closer to his chest.
Without opening his dark eyes, he tightened his hold, drawing you back to his warmth. You giggled, letting him pull you into a snug embrace.
He opened his eyes, blinking slowly before looking down at your hands pressed against his chest. A soft chuckle vibrated through his chest, sending shivers up your arms.
“Morning, beautiful,” Jin murmured, closing his eyes again. You nuzzled your head against his collarbone, reluctant to break the warmth. Neither of you had plans for the day, so why not linger in bed a little longer?
“Morning,” you hummed, content to be held. Jin’s grip miraculously tightened, closing the small gap between you. He buried his head into the crook of your neck, earning a girlish giggle.
“I need coffee,” you blurted, attempting to free an arm from his embrace. He let out a sleepy growl of protest and threw a leg over yours, determined to keep you where you were.
“Seokjin…” you sighed, but didn’t fight him.
“ (Y/N),” he sighed back, mirroring your playful resistance.
“I’ll come back after I get my coffee, I promise.” You chuckled, making feeble attempts to escape his hold.
“No.”
“Jin.”
“Nope.”
“Please?”
“How about no?”
“I’ll make you breakfast.”
His leg immediately retreated, his grip loosening. You laughed, wriggling out from under the warm blankets. Immediately, a chill ran through you, your bare legs protesting the sudden drop in temperature.
“I won’t be able to sleep without my jagiya now,” Seokjin pouted, watching you over the edge of the white comforter. You sighed, placing a hand on your hip.
“Do you want breakfast or not, princess?” You teased.
Jin groaned, but didn’t retort. You knew he hated being called princess by you, even though he enjoyed bestowing the nickname on others. He preferred to be the more masculine force in your dynamic, and you didn’t mind indulging his playful preferences.
Spinning on your bare heels, you headed towards the kitchen to begin your day.
“(Y/N)?” Jin called, throwing the comforters back. He propped himself up on his left arm, leaning against his elbow. He stared at you with those wide, brown eyes you loved so much.
“Yes?” You asked, leaning against the doorframe.
“Is that my shirt?” He asked, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
You looked down, noticing the white longsleeved shirt falling mid-thigh on you. The sleeves extended three inches past your fingertips – definitely not your size.
“….yes?”
“Screw breakfast.” He rose from the bed, throwing his arms around your waist and dragging you back to the warm blankets.