I've Always Imagined Myself Reading A Book To My Kookie, Me Playing With His Hair And Him Falling Asleep

I've always imagined myself reading a book to my Kookie, me playing with his hair and him falling asleep on my lap, and reading this, got me smiling ear to ear. I love it. It's beautiful 🥰❤️🎀

Jungkook exudes such bf vibes. He's a devil on stage, but after he's showered and collapsed on top of you, he makes you recite your presentation to him even though he won't understand any of it, and would periodically whine when you would stop playing with this hair. He would fall asleep with his lips pressed against your neck and his hand intertwined with yours

"No..." Jeongguk whined the second your fingers lost their touch on his hair, being fast to catch your hand in his to keep it in place.

A small laugh abandoned your mouth. "I need to turn over the page, love".

Eyeing the notes you were holding in your other hand, he let go of you, with the unspoken condition of your fingers being back to tenderly caress his head as soon as you were done. And so you did, clearing your throat once your eyes fixed on the written lines in front of you and you started reading them out loud for him to hear.

When you needed to turn the page over again not even two minutes later, Guk was quick enough to reach his hand over to it and do it for you, taking that moment to his advantage and loosely intertwining his fingers with yours, which caused your lips to curve up at both his actions and how needy he was for your touch that night.

"Go on" he motioned for you to start reading again after he had caught your loving stare on him instead of your work. "It was getting interesting".

You shook your head in amusement. "Do you even understand what I'm talking about?"

His answer was a shrug of shoulders, making himself more comfortable over your body. "About a bunch of smart topics that only you and your smart classmates get" he replied in a breathy, lower voice, letting you know your ministrations on his hair were finally getting to him. "Now go on" he repeated, "you know I love it when you talk intellectual to me".

Without being able to stop a throaty laugh from escaping your lips, heart beating faster at the sight of his playful smirk and the way his eyes remained closed, you focused your own back on your notes so you could comply to his wishes.

The weight of his body on yours and his hot breath softly hitting your neck feeling so familiar, so soothing, that you didn't even realise you had lost him to his sweet dreams until ever so quiet snores started to come out of his slightly parted lips every two seconds. The hand he had been holding yours with, however, remained intertwined with it still.

Taking in a deep breath as his chest on yours made it kind of hard for you to do so, you changed your notes to the hand you had previously been playing with his hair with, only so you could free your other one and caress his, not even dreaming of letting go of its warmth as you leaned in to plant a kiss on the crown of his head.

"Goodnight then, superstar".