It was early in the morning when our alarm went off, dragging us from our dreams back into reality. I felt Yongguk reaching out and nearly crushing the alarm clock. Then he snuggled back into the sheets, wrapping his arms around my sleepy body. 

"You have to get up," I murmured, my face half buried into the pillow.

"I don't want to," he replied, "I want to stay here and spent all day with you." I smiled and turned towards him to kiss his lips. He looked tired, but he also seemed very happy. We both knew what the reason of his exhaustion was, and I giggled when he tickled my sides. 

"Good morning," I whispered. He didn't answer me, at least not with words. He just nodded, took one of his hands from my waist to put a strand of hair behind my ear. It was his way of saying good morning, of saying he loved me. I loved it when he did those little things. 

"Seriously, you should really get up. I don't want Himchan to scold me again because once again you are late."

"If he tries to scold you again, I will rip his head off of his neck," he grunted. Last week, Yongguk was over an hour late for practice, and I had been the main reason. Let's just say that he could not resist me when I got out of bed to go to the bathroom, wearing nothing but my own skin. He had grabbed me tight and... Well, I think you can guess. Needless to say his band members were not very pleased -even though I was very much- and when I came to pick my husband up from the s