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birthday mornings - bsk

pairing: seungkwan x reader word count: 0.9k warnings: none really… kissing author’s note: happiest of birthdays, @wheeboo 🥺💓 I know I’m late, and I wish I could have made you something better, but I saw it was your birthday and I wanted to do something. hope it’s your best year yet 🫶🏻

You slowly blink awake, the light from the bathroom just peeking through the dark of the morning. You squint to try and make out something, anything, but you can’t until the bathroom door opens a bit wider. You watch as your boyfriend seems to tiptoe back into the room from his shower, turning the bathroom light off and closing the door slowly behind him as he heads to the closet. When he reemerges, donning a clean t-shirt and jeans, you take him all in. His hair is damp, and you watch as he uses a towel to dry it just a little. He’s so handsome, you think to yourself, and you can’t help the fond smile that spreads across your lips when he catches you looking.

“Hi,” Seungkwan whispers, and you raise your eyebrows. “Sorry.”

“Since when are you quiet in the mornings? And since when are you sorry about being loud?”

You’re teasing, and he smiles, but he doesn’t sass you like you expect him to. You sit up just a little, surprised when he joins you on the bed again. You fall back as he drapes himself over you, pressing his face into your neck. You shiver a little from his wet skin, but you don’t really mind, not when he’s snuggling into you like this.

“Didn’t want to disturb you,” he mumbles against your neck, and you allow yourself to indulge in the feeling of his lips soft against your skin for a moment before you’re pulling him back so you can look at him. 

You pause for a moment, fingers playing with the damp hair at the base of his neck. Admiring. And then you say, “since when do you care about disturbing me in the mornings? What happened to forcing me awake at the asscrack of dawn to try and make me a morning person?”

Seungkwan grins at that before he leans in again, your heart rate picking up as he brushes his nose against yours and says, “Special events call for special circumstances.” 

Your heart is pounding at the proximity, eyes fluttering shut when you feel his mouth brush against yours. You can feel the weight of him settle on top of you as he kisses you again, deeper this time, and you briefly wonder if he’ll ever stop making you feel like this. 

“Happy birthday,” he whispers, kissing you one more time before he’s rolling off of you, crawling back under the covers, and tucking in against your side. He throws his jean-clad leg over yours, arm over your waist as he pulls you in tight. You smile against his chest, eyes fluttering shut as you feel yourself being pulled back into sleep. 

You’re almost back into dreamland when it hits you, and you nearly dislocate your boyfriend’s shoulder as you sit up, scrambling for your phone. 

“Seungkwan!” you cry, and he sits up too, rubbing at the offended arm. He looks so cute as he pouts, annoyed at your outburst, and you can tell he was almost asleep, too. 

“Shit, what?”

“It’s 9:30!”

Seungkwan groans, but instead of panicking and scrambling out of bed like you expect, he flops dramatically back down onto the mattress. “Seriously? I thought something was actually wrong.”

You stare at him, incredulous. This can’t be your Seungkwan — the one who loses his mind when he’s even a second late to anything, the one you always need to remind to slow down. “Hello? You’re a half hour late to work and you don’t care?”

Seungkwan opens one eye to look at you again, and you raise your eyebrows. “I got today off, babe.” 

You can feel your mouth part just slightly in surprise, and you watch as he starts to smile. “I thought you couldn’t—“

“I owe Wonwoo like, eight coffees… but he’s covering for me.”

Your chest suddenly feels so full of fondness that you could burst. “Kwanie…”

“Surprise?”

You crawl back over to him, draping yourself across his chest this time as he falls back with an ‘oof’. He’s smiling, though, absolutely beaming, and you know he’s pleased with himself — and at your reaction. 

“I love you,” you say softly, chin resting on your hands as you look up at him. He scrunches his nose in fake disgust, and you roll your eyes.

“I love you, too.”

The two of you lounge around in bed for a while, sharing memes on your phones and basking in each other’s warmth. You’re always so grateful that it’s you who gets to see this Seungkwan — the Seungkwan who lets you play with his hair while his head rests in your lap (no one else gets to touch his hair like this), the Seungkwan who fidgets and traces patterns into any part of your skin he can reach (he’s confessed that just touching you like this calms him down), the Seungkwan who actually pouts so that you’ll kiss him (though he’ll deny it if anyone ever asks). You love him, your Seungkwan. 

You don’t even care what he’s penciled in for the rest of your birthday together, because this right here? It’s enough. 

(“I promised to buy Wonwoo coffee from the expensive place down the street from work, by the way,” Seungkwan says against your hair later, when you finally get up from the coziness of your bed. He’s latched onto you from the back, arms around your waist as you move to the kitchen. You gasp, turning around in his arms, and your boyfriend nods, eyes wide and serious. 

You resist the urge to giggle as you whisper, “Not the expensive place.” 

Seungkwan squeezes you. “Never say I don’t sacrifice anything for you.”)

A/N: Hope you like, my friend ❤️

tagging a few who might like to see this little guy :) @gyuminusone @minisugakoobies @seungkw1 ❤️