jeon jeongguk / reader
genre: boyfriend au, fluff
rating: general
words: 2155
warnings: none, book a dentist appointment because this is tooth rottingly sweet ༼∗ღღ∗༽
a/n: this is a new short small series about jeongguk being a whole boyfriend. see the full series post on my masterlist :)
➸ Jeongguk just really, really, really loves waking up next to you in the morning.
Like all children, Jeongguk hated waking up early when he was growing up.
It was only in the rare case of waking up an hour before his school alarm to find that he had time to continue sleeping that Jeongguk found joy in the early hours of the day; morning people were the same kind of people who woke up on Monday’s feeling refreshed and ready for work, the same kind of people who liked doing homework and catching the bus to school.
Now that he’s an adult, the ripe age of twenty two and living in his own house with his own rules and own morning schedules (to some extent), Jeongguk finds that he quite enjoys mornings. Not for the simple fact of waking up to birds or the sunrise, or the way that mornings, when early enough, feel like out-of-body experiences; Jeongguk savours those moments being awake in the morning because it means extra moments stolen in your arms, or you in his; extra moments spent looking at you, peaceful and beautiful until the annoying sound of your alarm clock set off the day to a grumpy start.
Today, it’s six fourteen, on a Wednesday. Mid-week, otherwise known as the day Jeongguk actually doesn’t have control over his morning schedule due to working from nine to three at the local leisure centre, where he, only on Wednesdays, supervises the Over Fifties swim and sits on the Holy Seat of baby-pool-lifeguard-duty. Regardless of that fact, Jeongguk stares up at the white ceiling for a moment and glares at the pathetic excuse of curtains in your shared home. They were advertised in IKEA as blackout curtains, but Jeongguk begs to differ, considering how the bedroom floods with a muted natural glow, the selfish peek of sun through the parting of the two drapes.
Next to him, you shift slightly, your cold feet brushing against his calf and he doesn’t even flinch; he’s so immune to things that might have once annoyed him, having gotten used to your habits and quirks over the past nine years of dating you.
Jeongguk rolls to his side, blinking down at you as you subconsciously shuffle towards the heat of his body, your left cheek squishing up against the bare skin of his bicep. Half of him wants to bring you closer, kiss your lips awake; instead Jeongguk smiles, widely, and gently brushes away the hair that’s fallen over your face as you moved. He tucks it behind your ear, smoothing his hand across your face because, remarkably, you never wake up from it. In actual fact, you snuggle into it, like a kitten to the warmth of a blanket, and Jeongguk inwardly coos.
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