Rise and shine
jongkey | fluff | 388 words
While the alarm clock that was perched on the nightstand rings obnoxiously, disturbing the previous tranquility, weary eyes blink in the first rays of warm, morning sunlight. The hazy fog of did-I-just-wake-up-or-am-I-dead? confusion quickly began to thin out and diffuse with each loop of the riling wakeup call, leaving a sharp awareness of reality in it’s clearer wake. The final dregs of sleep that clung to Kibum withered away when the warm lump beside him finally registered in his mind when it groaned. He huffed a long sigh and turned onto his opposite side to face Jonghyun, who was in the midst of battling to cling on to every elusive and precious moment of sleep he could manage.
Kibum couldn’t deny the small smile that crept on to his face at the sight; Jonghyun, with one side of his face buried into his pillow, his brow drawn tight in the center and nose cutely wrinkled in annoyance, messy hair sticking in every direction possible. Blemished skin and unlined eyes made him look like a teenager again instead of Kim Jonghyun, SHINee’s resident puppy and allround Casanova.
Propping himself up on his elbow, Kibum rubbed the sleep from his eyes and stretched out his limbs, wiggling his fingers and toes, before reaching across Jonghyun to the alarm clock to finally silence it’s daily tirade. Jonghyun seemed to stir a little during this, probably from the sudden dip in the mattres as Kibum’s weight shifted about. He flipped on to his back and almost instinctively slipped an arm behind his partner’s neck for him to use as a pillow. Kibum nestled against his side happily, resting a hand on his singer’s chest and began gently fiddling with the soft fabric of his cotton t-shirt, peering up at him through thick lashes. The smile from a few seconds ago came crashing back to Kibum’s face, looking up at a half awake Jonghyun; one eye cracked open and his free hand weaved into his own messy hair.
Kibum’s voice was still croaky and tired and didn’t sound anything like himself, but he didn’t care and didn’t even notice the words that slipped from his mouth without his own consent until after he heard them in his own ears.
”Good morning, baby.“
While the alarm clock that was perched on the nightstand rings obnoxiously, disturbing the previous tranquility, weary eyes blink in the first rays of warm, morning sunlight. The hazy fog of did-I-just-wake-up-or-am-I-dead? confusion quickly began to thin out and diffuse with each loop of the riling wakeup call, leaving a sharp awareness of reality in it’s clearer wake. The final dregs of sleep that clung to Kibum withered away when the warm lump beside him finally registered in his mind when it groaned. He huffed a long sigh and turned onto his opposite side to face Jonghyun, who was in the midst of battling to cling on to every elusive and precious moment of sleep he could manage.
Kibum couldn’t deny the small smile that crept on to his face at the sight; Jonghyun, with one side of his face buried into his pillow, his brow drawn tight in the center and nose cutely wrinkled in annoyance, messy hair sticking in every direction possible. Blemished skin and unlined eyes made him look like a teenager again instead of Kim Jonghyun, SHINee’s resident puppy and allround Casanova.
Propping himself up on his elbow, Kibum rubbed the sleep from his eyes and stretched out his limbs, wiggling his fingers and toes, before reaching across Jonghyun to the alarm clock to finally silence it’s daily tirade. Jonghyun seemed to stir a little during this, probably from the sudden dip in the mattres as Kibum’s weight shifted about. He flipped on to his back and almost instinctively slipped an arm behind his partner’s neck for him to use as a pillow. Kibum nestled against his side happily, resting a hand on his singer’s chest and began gently fiddling with the soft fabric of his cotton t-shirt, peering up at him through thick lashes. The smile from a few seconds ago came crashing back to Kibum’s face, looking up at a half awake Jonghyun; one eye cracked open and his free hand weaved into his own messy hair.
Kibum’s voice was still croaky and tired and didn’t sound anything like himself, but he didn’t care and didn’t even notice the words that slipped from his mouth without his own consent until after he heard them in his own ears.
”Good morning, baby.“