JungKook groaned as his girlfriend shifted from his secure grip. "Kook. Kook, get off," she mumbled.

"Just five more minutes, Seohyunnie," he said softly, holding her closer.

"I have to get up. You don't have to get up yet. You have to get up when I go to take my shower," Seohyun replied, squirming out of JungKook's arms. He pouted until he realized one fatal flaw of her morning plan.

She changed out of her clothes in her room, practically changing right there in front of him with her back facing him. JungKook wanted to sleep; he really did. But she was killing him with how slow she was taking off her shirt...

Seohyun finally slipped through her white t-shirt, revealing herself in nothing but her bra and underwear, and turned around. "JungKook?"

"Hmm?" he replied. Of course, he was too busy scanning her glorious silhouette that was obviously the embodiment of an angel itself. Seohyun blushed and quickly covered herself with her arms.

"Don't do that!" she said quickly. JungKook laid his head back on the pillow and smiled when he met her eyes.

"What am I doing wrong?" he asked sweetly.

"You're staring at-"

"It's more like admiring your gorgeous body, if you ask me. How could you be so selfish and keep all of that to yourself?" JungKook asked playfully, keeping his glittering smile on his face to assure her that she was fine.

Seohyun refused to move her arms as her entire face turned red. Honestly, she had hated her body since she was fifteen, when pretty much every other girl in her grade had a beautiful figure and she had yet to develop one, and when every other girl had worn bikinis in the summer, she stuck with her one-piece because she felt her body was nowhere near the standards of a bikini.