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Lee Junho cake 🍰
Work? Who's That? I Don't Know Her.
pairing: junho x reader
genre: fluffffffffff. like give you a toothache fluff
warnings: pfft, none. except reader might need a new job if they make a habit of this
inspired by this photo which is 🥰🥰
You’re not a morning person. Never have been. So forcing yourself to get up and actually out of bed when the alarm goes off in the morning - no matter whether it’s to a song, birdsong, or that annoying default tone on your phone - has always and continues to be a struggle.
Except, these days it’s even worse.
As you curse under your breath and hit the snooze button, you feel an arm wrap around your waist, drawing you back against the solid form of your boyfriend, who is now pressed against you from shoulders down. Instinctively, your arm comes up to cover his, hand finding his and lacing your fingers together. All of that first-thing-in-the-morning grumpiness just… floats away as you let yourself settle into the embrace.
This is why you have almost been late to work three times in the past week. Okay, so you have actually been late two of those three times, but who’s counting?
“Mm, good morning, beautiful,” comes his sleep-thickened voice and you can’t fight the happy sigh it elicits.
“Is it?” you say with a (not entirely) feigned pout, drawing his arm more tightly around you, pulling him even closer.
You hear a soft, sleepy chuckle, then he’s nuzzling against your nape, lips finding an exposed spot on your shoulder and pressing a gentle kiss there. “I get to wake up with you in my arms, so yeah,” he says and the warmth in his voice washes over you. “I’d say it’s a pretty good morning.”
Now you’re just whining, but your words come out half on a laugh as well. “Junho! You can’t say stuff like that!” Turning in his arms so you can face him and hook one of your arms around his torso, you bury your face against his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breaths and hearing the steady thump-thump of his heart beating beneath your cheek. “All I wanna do is stay here in your arms all day.”
Junho slides an arm under you as well, bringing you into a full embrace and stroking a hand through your hair. “So stay here in my arms all day,” he says so matter-of-factly.
You draw your head back just enough to meet his gaze, feeling all melty inside, and grin. “I should, shouldn’t I? I mean, what’s PTO for if not to use, righ–” Your words get cut off with a giggle because his expression is fully mischievous and he’s turning with you, you on your back as he reaches over you to grab your cell phone.
“You wanna call your boss and let her know or should I?”
Another happy laugh and you’re taking it from him, shaking your head. “I’ll do it, you goof.”
And you do call your boss.
And you get to spend the day snuggling up with your favorite person.
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Lee Junho cake 🍰