~ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 just a little more ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ~
~ synopsis : after a long tiring night cuddling with piwon in the morning might be the most adorable thing ever ^^
~ pairing: idol!piwon X f!reader
~ genre: fluff ^^, establlished relationship
~ word count: 2252 W (combined)
~ warnings: NONE!!!
~ notes: ilovepiwonsomuch. i wrote this on my previous account. this can be found on wattpad too not proofread. lemme know if u want to be in a taglist ENJOYYY! <3
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keeho:
The soft rays of morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, gently warming your face. You stirred, slowly becoming aware of the comforting weight of an arm draped over your waist. Keeho's arm. His warmth radiated through his oversized hoodie, which you had shamelessly borrowed the night before.
You tilted your head slightly to look at him, your breath catching at the peaceful expression on his face. His lashes rested against his cheeks, and his lips were parted slightly, a faint trace of a smile curling at the corners.
"Good morning," you whispered, brushing a strand of his hair off his forehead.
Keeho groaned softly in protest, tightening his grip around you and burying his face into the crook of your neck. "Nooo, too early," he mumbled, his voice muffled and husky from sleep.
you chuckled, feeling a flutter in your chest. "It's not that early. The sun's already up."
He peeked one eye open and squinted at the window. "The sun's a traitor," he declared dramatically before closing his eyes again.
you tried to wiggle free, but his hold only grew stronger. "You're like a koala," you teased, laughing softly.
"And you're my favorite tree," he countered, pulling you even closer until there was no space left between you. His legs tangled with yours, and you could feel the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest against your back.
you sighed in defeat, not that you minded. Keeho's embrace was your favorite place to be. "Fine, five minutes only," you relented, resting your head against his shoulder.
"That's my girl," he murmured, pressing a sleepy kiss to the top of your head.
And so you stayed there, wrapped in each other, the world outside forgotten as we soaked in the quiet intimacy of the morning.
Theo:
The first thing you notice as you wake up is the faint sound of Theo's breathing. It's slow and steady, a soothing rhythm that makes you reluctant to leave the comfort of the bed. You blink your eyes open to find yourself cocooned in the warmth of his arms, your face resting against his chest. His heartbeat is calm, steady, and oddly reassuring.
You shift slightly, careful not to wake him, but even the smallest movement stirs him. His grip tightens around you, his arm pulling you closer. "Where are you going?" His voice is groggy, rough with sleep, and it makes you smile.
"I wasn't going anywhere," you murmur, your voice barely above a whisper.
"Good," he mumbles, his eyes still closed. "You're not allowed to move yet."
You laugh softly, the sound barely audible in the quiet room. His lips curve into a small smile, as if your laugh is the only thing he wants to hear first thing in the morning.
Theo nuzzles closer, his nose brushing against your temple. "You're warm," he murmurs. "Perfect heater for a cold morning like this."
"You're the one holding me like I'm a blanket," you tease, your fingers lazily tracing shapes on his back.
"Exactly," he says, tilting his head to press a kiss to the top of yours. "Blankets aren't supposed to get up."
You roll your eyes, though the smile on your face gives you away. "And what happens if I do get up?"
He opens one eye, giving you a mock-serious look. "Then I'll have to chase you, drag you back, and hold on tighter."
"Sounds exhausting," you reply, laughter lacing your words.
"For you, maybe. I'd do it in a heartbeat." He leans down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. His lips linger for a moment before he pulls back, his eyes finally meeting yours. They're warm and gentle, still heavy with sleep but shining with unmistakable affection.
The world outside might be stirring to life, but within the confines of your shared little bubble, time feels like it's standing still. Neither of you is in a hurry to leave this peaceful moment. Theo lets out a content sigh, settling back against the pillows with you still nestled against him.
"Five more minutes," he whispers, though you both know it'll turn into much longer.
And honestly, you're okay with that.
jiung:
The morning light filters through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. You're still half-asleep, tucked securely under the blanket, when you feel Jiung shift beside you. His arm lazily slides over your waist, pulling you closer against him.
"Morning," he murmurs, his voice soft and scratchy, barely audible.
"Morning," you whisper back, eyes still closed as you lean into his warmth.
Jiung presses his forehead to your shoulder, sighing contentedly. "I think mornings are my favorite now," he says, his breath tickling your skin.
You smile, your fingers finding his hand under the blanket and giving it a gentle squeeze. "Why's that?"
"Because I wake up next to you," he replies, his voice carrying the kind of honesty that makes your chest feel warm.
You turn slightly to face him, your nose brushing against his. His hair is a mess, and his eyes are still sleepy, but there's a softness in his expression that makes you forget about anything outside of this moment.
"You're cheesy," you tease, though your tone lacks any real bite.
"And you like it," he fires back with a smirk, shifting so he can rest his chin on your shoulder.
His hand slips up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch featherlight. "Let's stay here all day," he suggests, his eyes meeting yours. "No alarms, no plans. Just us."
"You'd get bored," you joke, poking his side lightly.
"Never with you." The sincerity in his voice catches you off guard, and for a moment, you're not sure how to respond.
Jiung doesn't wait for a reply. Instead, he presses a quick kiss to your forehead before pulling you back into his chest. His arms wrap around you completely, and you can feel his heartbeat, steady and calming.
"Five more minutes," he mumbles, his voice muffled against your hair.
"You always say that, and it turns into an hour," you point out, though you're not exactly in a rush to move either.
"Exactly," he says with a lazy grin, his eyes slipping shut again.
You let out a quiet laugh, your fingers lightly tracing patterns on his arm. The world outside might be waking up, but in Jiung's arms, it feels like time has stopped. And honestly, you're perfectly okay with that.
intak:
You wake up to the faint sound of rain tapping against the window. The world outside feels cold and gray, but in here, you're enveloped in warmth. Intak's arms are wrapped snugly around you, his body pressed against yours like he's trying to shield you from the chill of the morning.
His hair tickles your cheek as he stirs, his sleepy groan vibrating against your back. "Morning already?" he mumbles, his voice husky and barely audible.
"Technically," you reply softly, not wanting to break the peaceful silence too much.
Intak tightens his hold on you, burying his face against your neck. "Let's just stay like this. We don't have to get up, right?"
You smile, turning slightly so you can see him. His eyes are still closed, his lips curved into a sleepy pout. His hair is a mess, sticking up in every direction, but somehow, he still manages to look effortlessly endearing.
"I guess not," you say playfully. "But aren't you supposed to be the one who's always up and moving?"
"Not today," he whispers, his voice still thick with sleep. "Today, I'm all yours."
He opens one eye and gives you a lopsided grin, his free hand brushing a strand of hair away from your face. "Besides, how can I leave when you're right here looking this cute?"
"Flatterer," you tease, though your cheeks warm under his gaze.
"It's not flattery if it's true," he counters, leaning forward to nuzzle his nose against yours.
The room fills with soft laughter as Intak shifts to pull you even closer, his chin resting atop your head. His fingers trace light patterns along your arm, absentminded but soothing.
"You know," he says after a moment, his voice quieter now, "mornings like this are my favorite. Just you, me, and no rush to be anywhere else."
You tilt your head to meet his eyes, and the warmth in his expression makes your heart flutter. "Mine too," you admit softly.
A small smile plays on his lips before he leans down to press a lingering kiss to your forehead. "Good," he murmurs. "Then let's make it last as long as we can."
The two of you stay tangled together, the sound of rain outside making the moment feel even more serene. In Intak's arms, the world fades away, and all that matters is the soft warmth of his embrace.
soul:
You wake up to the quiet stillness of the morning, the faint sound of birds chirping outside. The warmth surrounding you feels like a gentle cocoon, and it takes you a moment to realize it's because of Haku's arm draped across your waist. His hand rests lightly against your side, his fingers unconsciously curling as if to make sure you're still there.
Turning your head slightly, you catch a glimpse of him. His face is so peaceful in sleep—soft features relaxed, his dark lashes brushing against his cheeks. A lock of his hair falls over his forehead, and you can't resist brushing it aside.
As if sensing your movement, Haku stirs, his grip tightening ever so slightly. His eyes flutter open, and for a moment, he looks at you in confusion, like he's still lost in his dreams. Then a sleepy smile spreads across his face, and it feels like the room just got a little brighter.
"Good morning," he murmurs, his voice low and husky.
"Good morning," you reply softly, your lips curving into a smile of your own.
Haku buries his face into the crook of your neck, letting out a content sigh. "You're warm," he mumbles, his voice muffled against your skin.
"You're the one holding me like a human heater," you tease, though you make no move to pull away.
"Exactly," he says, his arms tightening around you. "I'm not letting go."
You chuckle, your fingers lazily tracing patterns along his arm. "We should probably get up soon."
Haku shakes his head, his hair brushing against your cheek. "No. Not yet. Five more minutes."
"You always say that," you point out with a quiet laugh.
"And I always mean it," he counters, lifting his head just enough to meet your eyes. There's a playful glint in his gaze, but beneath it, you can see the tenderness he always reserves just for you.
He leans in, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead before resting his own against yours. "You make mornings better, you know that?"
Your heart skips a beat, and you feel a warmth that has nothing to do with the blankets or his embrace. "You're so cheesy," you whisper, though your smile gives you away.
"Only for you," he replies with a grin, before pulling you closer again.
The two of you stay there, wrapped in each other, as the morning stretches on. Outside, the world keeps moving, but in this little bubble, time seems to stand still. And honestly, you wouldn't have it any other way.
jongseob:
All you feel is the soft weight of Jongseob's arm draped across your waist. He's still fast asleep, his quiet, steady breaths brushing against the back of your neck. The morning light filters through the curtains, but neither of you seems in a rush to wake.
You shift slightly, trying to stretch without disturbing him, but his arm tightens instinctively around you. "Don't move," he mumbles groggily, his voice muffled and deep with sleep.
"I thought you were asleep," you whisper with a small smile.
"Not anymore," he replies, though he makes no effort to open his eyes. Instead, he pulls you closer, his nose nuzzling into your shoulder. "What time is it?"
"Too early for you to be awake," you tease softly.
"Exactly. So stop moving and go back to sleep," he mutters, his tone laced with playful grumpiness.
You chuckle quietly, turning slightly to glance at him. His hair is tousled, sticking out in every direction, and his face is adorably puffy from sleep. Even half-asleep, he looks effortlessly endearing, his features softened by the quiet morning.
"Stop staring," he grumbles, cracking one eye open to look at you.
"I wasn't staring," you lie, but the way he raises a sleepy eyebrow tells you he doesn't believe you.
"Liar," he says with a smirk, his voice barely above a whisper.
You roll your eyes, but you can't hide your smile. Jongseob shifts so he's lying on his side, his arm still wrapped securely around you. His hand brushes against yours under the blanket, and he laces your fingers together without a second thought.
"Let's stay like this," he murmurs, his tone softer now. "No schedules, no alarms—just us."
"You're usually the first one up," you point out, squeezing his hand gently.
"Today's different," he replies, his gaze meeting yours. His eyes are warm, filled with an affection that makes your heart flutter. "I want to stay here with you."
The sincerity in his words makes your chest ache in the best way. You lean forward to press a soft kiss to his cheek, and he smiles, his eyes crinkling at the corners.
"Now who's being cheesy?" he teases, though his grip on you tightens as if he doesn't want to let you go.
You laugh softly, resting your forehead against his. "Guess we'll both be cheesy this morning."
He chuckles, the sound low and comforting, before closing his eyes again. "Fine by me. Just don't leave. Not yet."
And so you stay, wrapped in each other's arms as the morning stretches on. The world outside can wait—right now, all that matters is the warmth of Jongseob's embrace and the quiet love you share.
