Chaeyoung rests her head on her palm, her elbow digging into the mattress beneath her as she watches the gentle rise and fall of Jungkook’s chest. Her gaze travels towards his slightly opened lips, his soft snores filling the quiet space. Her smile builds on her face as she continues to watch him sleep.

Chaeyoung places her hand carefully on Jungkook’s chest, her fingers lightly tracing imaginary lines against the white shirt. She bites her lips as she let her hand travel upwards, faintly touching his lips with her fingertip. She pulls her hand quickly when Jungkook begins to gently smack his lips in his sleep, and Chaeyoung bites back her smile.

She slides off the bed carefully, stopping momentarily at her own reflection in the long mirror. The butterflies dance in her guts as she gazes at herself wearing his pink pajamas.

When Jungkook showed her his set of pajamas for her to choose from last night, her eyes immediately set on the pink pajamas with cute white bunnies and she had laughed, the word ‘cute’ slipping from and Jungkook had taken that chance to .

“See, I was right when I said you think that I’m cute.”

“I was referring to the pajamas!” She bites her cheeks to stop herself from smiling.

“And the pajamas are mine. Your point is?”

“My point is you can’t last a day without being delusional.”

“You don’t get tired of denying, huh?”

She sees Jungkook stirring on the bed through the mirror. She turns around and he stretches himself, groaning before he slowly props himself up on his elbows. A lazy grin pulls on his lips and with his sleepy voice, he croaks, “Morning.”

She forgets how to breathe for a second, finding it strange that she’s liking how he sounds like in his sleepy voice.

Chaeyoung smiles and lets a soft ‘morning’ replies to him. She wants to throw herself into him, because she knows that he will catch her and wrap her in his arms, just like how he’d secured her in his warm embrace last night.

But she doesn’t move from where she is, suddenly feeling the awkwardness and shyness creeping up at the back of her neck.

Jungkook runs his fingers through his messy hair. “Can we have breakfast together?”

She nods, quickly exiting the room when Jungkook gets up from the bed. He prepares the breakfast while humming to a song and Chaeyoung sits there watching him, glancing away when he turns towards her.

While having breakfast, the awkwardness slowly dissipates and Chaeyoung forgets everything as they talk about his smudged nails, how the rose on his thumb doesn’t look as nice anymore and she complains and laughs when he argues, reminding her how he did ask her to remove it and repaint it last night but she refused.

Everything feels nice. Maybe it’s more than nice. She feels great, she feels truly appreciated, she feels so alive with him around no matter how hard she tries to deny. It’s hard not to feel so alive being around Jungkook who’s filled with life.

It’s hard not to leave the door to her heart slightly ajar for him.

Chaeyoung fails to hide the smile adorning her lips when Jungkook pulls her into a kiss just before she leaves. She thinks she’s gone crazy when