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self-assured comedy king, choi chanhee

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Kuroo always says you're eerily quiet in the morning.

And you always say it's not your fault that your throat feels like a desert, and it's far too early to start wasting your breath. He always huffs and the conversation is over (he always loses this argument).

But this morning, kuroo is insistent on getting something out of you.

He wakes up unnaturally early — maybe too early — for his clumsily assembled special plan. He's groggy, messy, and a little cold, but he is more determined than anything.

You're cocooned in your shared blanket, effectively pulling the whole blanket to your side, and kuroo knows why he woke up feeling so cold. But the sight of you sleeping in bliss, probably feeling the full warmth of the blanket, makes the chill a little less terrible.

Biting his lip in anticipation, he moves closer to you. It's very easy to get distracted by your own messy bedhead and tightly shut eyelids— had it been a normal morning, he would have smothered you in kisses already. But no, he needed to keep his eyes on the prize.

He starts with your waist.

It takes him a few minutes to reach the curves of your waist through the blanket, but he relishes in the feeling of your bare stomach. It's openly vulnerable to his fingers, and he starts brushing long digits against your normally sensitive waist. When you don't even shift in your sleep, he picks up the pace until he's full-on tickling you.

You turn over and unconsciously brush his hand away, not giving much more of a reaction.

Frowning at your lack of response, kuroo shifts closer to you. Examining you closely shows him two clear results, you're still very deep in sleep and you're still very much quiet. Maybe his plan should have included a way to wake you up before he tries eliciting sounds from you. He could just kiss you awake, but where's the fun in that?

He moves onto your neck.

Not much of your neck is exposed, it's getting colder after all, but he takes his chances with what he has. He gives into the urge to wrap his arms around your waist and plant his face into the flesh of your neck, hoping it will at least wake you up. Your skin is soft and he smells your favorite shampoo on the nape of your neck.

When he slowly plants kisses, you start squirming in your sleep, slowly coming into consciousness. As sweet as his lips are when they're planting kisses on your neck, it feels too ticklish right now. You fecklessly reach a hand to push him off, lazily tugging at his shirt to push him away, but all you get is his warm breath fanning your neck and a continued assault.

You keep trying to get out of his arms but it seems fruitless, his arms are just way stronger than the force you have in you. You're fully awake by the time he's done, glaring groggily at him.

"Don't look at me like that."

Silence.

"Okay, at least say something!!"

Silence, again.

You pull the blanket up to your chin and turn away from him as he wails dramatically. "You can't just stay quiet all morning. What if I desperately need you to tell me you love me?" You look at him over your shoulder with the ghost of a teasing smile. "What if I'm dying and you need to tell me you love me? What then. Huh, do you wanna be a terrible wife and let your husband die like that?"

You roll your eyes and turn over again. He groans in frustration, laying down beside you.

"You're so mean," he murmurs against your back, arms wrapping around your waist again. You hum contentedly, tracing his fingers as they lay on your stomach.

So much for getting you to talk early in the morning.

He's defeated, wallowing in sorrow and mumbling complaints against your back. You roll your eyes where he can't see, should have put together a better plan. For such a smartass, your kuroo seems to think the dumbest things. His dumb ideas may not always work out but they remind you why he's so ridiculously endearing.

Your chest swells with affection as he finally rests his head against your shoulder, the room shifts into quietness again. The grumbling and wallowing is done, kuroo is probably dozing off. It's quiet, the way you like it in the morning. You remove the arm around your waist and turn around to face him, half-lidded pools of hazel greet you.

You waste no time in pulling him to your body, his face is buried in your neck and arms back to their place around your waist. The warmness engulfing your body is almost electric.

It doesn't take long for his breathing to steady and for his eyes to completely close. He goes limp against you, but not before murmuring a soft 'love you'. You kiss his forehead and whisper a 'love you too' back, smiling to yourself at the outcome of the whole interaction.

Kuroo's plan had worked, just not in the way he had expected it to.

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kuroo making you laugh almost always somehow turns into you being mad at him. it never discourages from doing so though, because nothing beats watching you gasp for laugh from laughing to hard. the way your cheeks turn red and your lips upturn and the way you express yourself unabashedly in front of him makes the ending worth it. 

“why’re you frowning,” he grins, just one giggle away from bursting into laughter along with you. 

“because y-you’re making my stomach hurt,” you say between breaths of air. there’s a pinching feeling in your stomach and a numbing feeling in your cheeks. if there’s one term to describe how you feel, it’ll be ‘happy pain’

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“i think i love you” 

kuroo brushes his nose against his pillow as he turns to face you in the dark. “well, that’s a relief,” he smiles. “if you didn’t, you would’ve been lying to me for years now.” 

you smile as you think about this (and as you focus on his effortlessly beautiful features) “keeping a lie for years sounds like a tiring thing to do,” you quietly reply back. he slides his arm across the mattress and settles on your face, gently rubbing your cheek with the rough pad of his thumb. on cue, blood rushes to your face  to “greet” the familiar act. 

“yeah,” he whispers. “it must be.” he switches from stroking your cheek to squishing them with just enough pressure for you to wince, but not in pain. 

a moment of comfortable quietness passes by before his hand slides off of your face and he props himself onto his elbow. even in the dark, you can feel his gaze staring intently at you. 

“wait…is this why you’re so tired all the time?” he asks. “because you’ve been lying to me?” there’s an amused tone of voice at the end of his words. 

“maybe,” you smile. “maybe not” 

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sick of teeth being so high maintenance. you don’t see any other bones requiring so much care and upkeep they literally just do their job and don’t threaten to rot and fall out of your body?? grow up

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“I am a different person to different people. Annoying to one. Talented to another. Quiet to a few. Unknown to a lot. But who am I, to me?”

— Unknown

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*hold your waist to move you out of the way* <3

— oikawa, iwaizumi, osamu, AKAASHI, kuroo, sakusa, aran, gao, sachirou and meian.

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Bobatyun (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)

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TOMORROW X TOGETHER for VOGUE korea DEC issue

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(211118) thursday night with beomgyu ✙ vlive

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yeonjun getting scared by the bottle

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kuroo making you laugh and quickly slipping out his phone to take a picture of you in mid-laugh. naturally, you’d scowl at him for taking advantage of your vulnerable moment.

“i did that,” he’d grin, showing you the picture he took with a good distance between his phone and your face.

“...did what?”

“made you laugh like that” <33

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pouty junnie 

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his smile! his laugh!