"Your skin is warm like an oven."

"Your kiss is sugary sweet."

"Your fingers feel like cotton when you put your arms around me."

"And respectfully."

"I'm not a piece of cake."

Seohyun whimpered at the sound of the radio. It was too early to decipher the English words, but she figured them out anyway. She snuggled deeper under the covers and deeper into JungKook's arms, and he simply sighed contently and held her closer.

"I'm cold," Seohyun whispered.

"Me, too," JungKook responded softly in his thick-as-syrup morning voice.

"What if you just stayed here?" Seohyun asked. JungKook grumbled.

", I have work today, don't I?" He scorned. Seohyun nuzzled her head into his neck. Neither of them had even opened their eyes yet.

"You don't have to go," she said lightly. JungKook brought one hand up so he could put it on the back of her neck behind her hair while he traced circles at the nape of her neck. And Seohyun smiled and let out a tiny sigh, unsure of whether he knew how much he affected her.

"Of course I do. I don't want to, though," he replied.

"But you don't have to go until later, right?" Seohyun asked.

"But I have to get dressed."

"I feel like I'm just missing something whenever you leave," the song continued. JungKook groaned and reached over to turn off the music.

"I have to get dressed and I have to drive there and I could maybe get something done on my- Oh, right," he sighed.