#soft nini

‘You sleep in,’ he ordered softly. He yawned and propped himself up on an elbow to look down at you. ‘When I get back from practice, you’d better still be here.’

You nodded sleepily into the pillow.

Jongin, not one for subtlety, climbed over you to get out of bed, making sure to stay between you and the sheets. He effectively ensured that you felt all of him before leaving. He kissed your cheek before getting to his feet.

You watched his shape move in the darkness, sliding on clothes and stepping quietly out the door.

‘Go back to sleep, ok?’ Jongin whispered before closing the door behind him.

You rolled over into the warm spot he left in the sheets, tucking all the blankets around you and inhaling his scent of warm spice. Your eyes fluttered back closed, and sleep took you, as instructed.

You didn’t know what time it was when you woke up. Your heart filled with warmth as you looked through the window saw the first few gentle flakes of snow float gently down from the sky.

Suddenly the whole bulk of Jongin was on top of you, his face buried in your neck.

‘Mmm, I missed you,’ he said with a sigh. ‘Did you have a good sleep?’

You nodded and yawned, trying to sit up, but all your progress was impeded by the immovable boyfriend-object. It wasn’t until you turned your head that you saw it.

‘Nini, what are you wearing?’

Jongin giggled brightly. He sat up, still sitting on you, and pulled at the hem of a familiar sweater.

‘I picked it up off the floor when I woke up, but I think it’s yours,’ he said.

The red knit wool stretched dangerously thin across the width of his chest. The bottom end only came to the top ridge of his belly button, giving it the ultra-fashionable croptop look.

‘That looks very good on you,’ you said, but you could no longer maintain your straight face. You snorted through your haze, laughing as you poked his belly button.

Ticklish Jongin squirmed and fell to the side, burrowing under the covers headfirst with a high-pitched whine.

Your merriment faded to a chuckle until you felt his hands on your calf.

Suddenly Jongin dragged you underneath the covers with him.

You gasped and squealed, your lungs begging for air as you laughed and squirmed. You tried your best to get away, but Jongin was determined and soon his chest became the magnet you were inevitably drawn to, his heart your center of gravity.

His arms and legs entrapped you tightly, his lips pressing a warm kiss on your forehead.