The creak is subtle but enough to make you stir. A low chuckle makes you shoot up from your pillows. A familiar, thin figure is leaned against your doorframe.

“I’m not in the mood tonight, Jongin.” You groan, laying back down.

“I’m not here for that this time.” He says and steps towards your bed.

“You’re an incubus. What else would you want?”

“Cuddles.”

You incredulously meet his eyes as he slips into the sheets with you. “You come to my room and wake me up at 4 am, to cuddle?”

He nods, his bottom lip between his teeth. That sight does things to you, and you absolutely hate it.

“Stop biting that ing lip!” You lightly smack his cheek.

He laughs, surrounding you with his arms and pulling you into his embrace. He’s warm and inviting. If only he didn’t meet you like this…

“And I didn’t wake you. You’re technically still asleep.” He reminds you after a moment.

“You’re lucky you’re cute.” You sigh, making him giggle.