Hi! A story bout Zico and - sleeping together like getting ready and then waking up.. And your still in his arms by morning :3
Goodnight, Good Morning.
Jiho was laying on his side; one arm supporting his head, the other rubbing the empty spot on the bed.
“Come to bed”, he complained.
“I have to finish drying my hair. Do you want me to get sick?”, you joked.
“No”, he pouted.
He dropped the arm supporting his head and laid on it. He moved the other hand under his cheek and watched you blow dry your hair. You smirked at him through the mirror, knowing he could see your reflection.
“All done”, you said as you turned to face him.
“Finally”, he replied.
He pulled the covers aside and opened his arms wide. You happily crawled into bed and into his warm arms. He pulled the covers up and made sure you were fully covered. You found that one spot where you seemed to fit perfectly as he wrapped his arms around you and rested his cheek lightly against your forehead.
“Goodnight”.
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The one thing you hated about sleeping like that was that in the morning, the sunlight seemed to shine through the blinds and directly into your eyes. Like it was doing now. You groaned and pulled the blanket up to cover your face. You rolled over, taking all of the blankets with you. You felt Jiho move as well. He threw an arm and a leg over your blanket covered body.
“Why do I have to suffer just because you woke up early?”, Jiho muttered.
“Because if one of us suffers, we both have to suffer”, you said as you popped your head out from under the blanket.
You looked at him and he was scowling but his eyes were still closed. Then he suddenly chuckled and opened one eye slightly and kissed your nose.
“Good morning”.











