it’s nearly noon and wonwoo still insists on sleeping in. your legs are tangled with his underneath the sheets.
his arms envelop your frame securely– not too tight, but tight enough to make you feel safe in his grasp.

“you said five more minutes two hours ago.”

he acknowledges your words with a grunt– yet no movement.

it takes a lot of effort to try to loosen his grasp, but you manage to sit up, much to his discontentment.
a finger flicks his forehead and entertainment is found when his nose crinkles;
eyes open to shoot you a disgruntled look, but sleep clings too strongly to him for it to have any effect.
he looks more tired than anything and you know it’s his only desire to sleep with you. nothing more–
just sleeping. just holding you and knowing that he’s really with you for once in this crazy life as an idol.

“lie back down.”

“no, wonwoo–” an exasperated sigh escapes parted lips. “i’ll kiss you good morning if you get up.”

interest piques on his features and suddenly he’s much more lively than before– a smile threatens to appear on his sly expression.

“promise?”

“promise.”

so he shuts his eyes and waits for it– and oh. 

that’s not what he expected– nor wanted. you simply pressed a kiss against his forehead.
an annoyed look is shot your way, but your happy expression makes it falter.

tricked again, he thinks– and he sees the hint of suspicion that grows on your face when a mischievous countenance
replaces the irritated one. his hand grabs yours and pulls you down; a kiss is given and it makes you lose your breath.
he hardly pulls away, lips brushing against yours once more when he speaks.

“morning.”