Luck wasn't on Jungkook's side. He had finally drifted off into peaceful sleep and the alarm rang aloud, startling him awake.

He snoozed the alarm, and shifted in bed.

He was so close...so close to getting some sleep and the fucking alarm just had to go off. He pressed his palms against his eyes, breathing hard.

Tired.

He was so fucking tired.

"Jungkookie," came Jimin's sleep-ridden voice from his side of the bed.

At once Jungkook maintained his composure, turning to face his boyfriend.

"Good morning, baby."

"Hmm...good morning," Jimin pouted, "it feels too early. I wanna sleep some more."

"You rest up some more. I'll wake you up in fifteen."

"Really?"

"Really."

"Won't we be late. Hoseok-hyung said—"

"We won't be late. I'll whip up something to eat till then. Don't you worry, baby."

"Okay," Jimin mumbled, eyes falling shut, already drifting off.

Jungkook leaned down and kissed the older's forehead. With a soft sigh, he rolled off the bed and headed to their kitchen to whip up a meal for the two of them, pushing away the desire to sleep in with Jimin.

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