Morning Delight (M)
A/N: I meant to have this done by Jin’s birthday but… Obviously that didn’t happen. Seokjin needs love too, okay. He’s so under appreciated it’s upsetting and I wanted to give him some love.
Warnings: Swearing, smut, mild - and I mean mild - dirty talk, and table sex.
Sunlight flowed through the crack in the curtains, warm rays hitting your face as you sit up in bed with your back against the headboard. Beside you is your boyfriend, light snores coming from him as he sleeps soundly. The light illuminating from the sun hits his face in a way that almost takes your breath away, his caramel skin seemingly glowing with the rays. His full lips are slightly pouty, parted slightly as he breathes. The covers are pulled halfway down his body, his broad shoulders and back revealed to you, his shoulders rising with every breath he takes. He looks peaceful, serene almost, and you can’t help but let a frown form on your face. He’s been working so hard lately with all of the comeback work and practice; coming home late at night exhausted and only being able to get - at most - three hours of sleep, and you knew it was beginning to take a toll on him. Bags were beginning to form under his eyes, forced smiles would appear on his full lips, and you knew that he just didn’t have any energy left in him right now. But now, with a few days off, you’re hoping that you can help in at least some way to get him relaxed.
With that thought in your mind, you let a small smirk form on your lips as you quietly slip out of the bed and make your way out of your shared room. Jin’s t-shirt clung to your body, the hem falling just above your knees, and swished along as you made your way into the kitchen. With everything he has done for both you and the boys, you decided to return the favor to him.
Grabbing everything you needed - eggs, bacon, sausage, bread - you placed them onto the counter and reached to grab one of the frying pans in the cupboard. With the quiet volume of the music playing on your phone, you hum quietly as you begin to make breakfast for the two of you. Slowly you lose yourself in the soft melodies coming from your phone and your hips sway side to side, your fingers turning off the stove once the breakfast was done. But just as you were going to turn around and grab two plates, a pair of arms wraps around your waist and you’re being pulled into a warm chest.
“If I knew I was going to wake up to this, I would’ve been up sooner.”