81 with jungkook pls ?
— pairing: jeongguk x reader— genre: fluff— wordcount: 527
81. “Sweet dreams.”
You are still not used to it.
The weight of his arm that rests on your waist, the breath that tickles your nape and the warmth that radiates off his body. It’s still all so foreign, such an alien feeling, but it also calls to you like a place called home. You are aware it is only a question of time before this is something you can no longer fall asleep without - maybe even live without. But right now, it is still all too new.
As if he can sense your inner monologue, his grip tightens on your, pulling your closer until you are flush against his chest and you feel his lips make contact with your shoulder blade as he places a wet butterfly kiss there. “Still awake?”
His voice is nothing more but a murmur, soft and hazy with sleep. It sends the butterflies that live in your stomach into a frenzy as it sounds out so close to your ear. You are very much aware that it is something only you can hear. There is no one else that gets to have his with slumber drunk voice whisper in their ear, there is no one else that gets to feel his body wrapped around theirs. The thought makes your heart skip a beat.
“Mhm, can’t fall asleep.”
You turn around to face him, only to see his lashes flutter over the top of his cheekbones, barely visible in the dim moonlight. His lips are pouted, and slightly parted as he exhales another breath, clearly only on the edge of being awake himself. You cannot help yourself but reach upwards, to stretch your chin forward and put your lips on his for just a split second. Out of reflex the corners of his mouth lifted up, forming a small smile as his arms slipped from your waist for his hand to come to rest on your shoulder blade and pull him closer to you. “Try to sleep, baby.”
He rolled over on his back, taking you with him, his arm never leaving your shoulder so could make sure you are resting on his chest. Only then his hand drops further down to the small of your back, absentmindedly rubbing small circles that draw a sigh from your lips. “Jeongguk?”
“Hm?”
There are a million thoughts on your mind, a million words on your tongue. Sweet nothings that you want to tell him, thankful sentiments that he chose you out of all the people in this world, that he fell in love with you when there are so many that wish to date him. You want to ramble on about how perfect he is in your eyes, how wonderful and hardworking and talented and a thousand adjectives more. But it is not the time, it is not the place, you haven’t been his for long. There will be countless opportunities to declare your feelings, but now, you should focus on the way his skin feels on yours, and the way his breathing syncs with yours as his chest rises and falls under your cheek. So you bite your tongue and hold him close. “Nothing. Sweet dreams.”
