#hah bish u thot u would get a 5 star breakfast

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Morning After - Jungwoo

A/N: No one asked for this, but fuck yeah I love Jungwoo dating, but don’t live together

The dull television hummed quietly, lulling you awake. Your gaze groggily settled upon the crisp vanilla sheets, the scent of fresh orange tingling your nose. Jungwoo sat against the headboard, watching the weather forecast as he lazily peeled an orange, letting the skin fall to the sheets in his lap.

“What time is it?”

His smile rivaled the brilliant sun that filtered through the blinds. His dark hair was disheveled, his plump lips stretching into a small grin.

“Eleven,” he responded softly, brushing a few strands of hair from your face as you pulled yourself to sit beside him, holding the sheet to cover your breasts.

He offered you a slice of orange, holding it before your lips endearingly. A soft hum of approval escaped you as your lips brushed his fingers, the tangy flavor making your toes curl in satisfaction. Your stomach churned, a low growl sounding through the room. You smiled bashfully before instructing Jungwoo to look away.

“Why?”

“I’m going to get dressed,” you muttered, shifting.

“It’s nothing I haven’t seen before,” he chimed, grinning.

“Just do it-”

His gaze focused on the television as you stood, collecting your discarded clothes from the floor. You dressed quickly, sitting on the bed once more.

“I have to go,” you informed glancing at your phone.

He collected the scraps from his lap in his hand before standing, tossing them in the waste bin beside the bed.

“Look away,” he teased, making you flush.

Swiftly, he tugged a pair of briefs on, glancing at you once more. He rummaged through his closet quietly, letting you admire his toned back. He returned to your side, flannel in hand. You smoothed out your hair, giving him a questioning look.

“Your skirt’s a bit short,” he commented, draping the flannel around your waist, tying it tightly in the front.

Last night you had a date, not expecting to stay the night, not expecting to have to wear your flirtatious ensemble home at 11:30 in the morning. 

He gave your cheek a chaste kiss, smoothing the unruly sections of your hair you missed.

“I’ll see you later,” he murmured before sighing happily as you drew him into a sweet embrace.