Waking Up with Fuzzy Pink Sweaters
Waking Up with Fuzzy Pink Sweaters
For saanrio
Being the leader of an idol group had its certain advantages, but it clearly had several disadvantages as well. One of those was the fact that he, as leader, needed to wake up a full half an hour earlier than the rest of the members in order to get ready for the day. A screaming alarm at 4:26 AM was not his ideal way to awaken, certainly not when he had the warm heat of the maknae curled on one side and the solid presence of a second man on his other.
Both of them, as usual, sleep straight through the noise and neither shifted even the slightest as he reached out to slap the offending piece of electronic into silence. Untangling himself was something of an acquired skill since Taemin’s infinitely long legs seemed to want to twine with his every single night. Even fully awake he wasn’t always the most coordinated, so no one was ever surprised when he managed to sit up, attempt to move and wind up sprawled over one or the other of them as he tried to wiggle free.
“Morning hyung,” Minho rumbled, his voice unusually deep and rough with sleep as Jinki landed across his chest.
“Morning,” the leader grumbled in return, minding his elbows and hands as he tried to shift over the young man to the cold freedom beyond. In the end it was the strong hands that helped him over, keeping his limbs from doing too much damage in along the way, that allowed him to be set free.
His bare feet hit the floor and he shuddered, cold seeping right into his skin. He hated the fact that their dorm in Japan didn’t have the warmth in the floors that theirs in Korea had, just another difference that he didn’t appreciate caused by their promotions. Jinki shuffled to the corner where the pile of semi-clean clothing lay sending a half hearted glare back to the bed where the younger two men had slid together like liquid filling an empty space. From the pile he pulled the first soft thing that his fingers fell on and pulled it over his head, before shuffling out of the room.
The dorm was dark when he slipped from his room, not that he was entirely surprised by it. Their manager would be out shortly, having likely risen already and taken the opportunity for a shower before they needed the use of it. If there was one job he didn’t envy it was the job of the manager who had to be up before they did and often times didn’t go to bed until the last of them had.
In the kitchen Jinki started the coffee maker, already set to go at a push of the button from the night before. Their manager would enjoy a cup shortly as would several of the members once they woke. With it going he flipped on the light and settled at the table. Their schedule for the day was printed on a piece of paper in the managers neat hand writing left for him on the table as it was ever day. Judging by the content of it, they would need to be on the road no later than 5:30 if they were to get where they needed to go on time. Kibum would need to be woken shortly, as he liked to take his time getting ready in the morning, and Jonghyun as well since the man would take nearly that long to shift from his nightly comatose state.
“Good morning Jinki,” the manager greeted as he moved into the kitchen to retrieve a mug and the nearly finished warm drink.
“Morning,” he mumbled, his tonguing clearly not quite woken completely yet.
“We are all together all day if I remember right.”
“Mm,” Jinki grunted, seeing that not only was the man correct but that they also ended the day by flying out to Korea together for some schedule the next day.
“There is an hour and a half car ride this morning so you can all get a bit more rest then,” the manger told him as he joined him at the table. There was a tint of pity in his voice, since he knew that they had only gone to bed three hours ago and hardly had enough sleep the majority of the time anyway.
“I’m going to go wake up Kibum,” Jinki muttered, figuring he might as well start the process now. The manager nodded as he rose and pulled out his Ipad to begin his work.
Jinki shuffled across the apartment to the second bedroom, cursing himself for forgetting to place his slippers near the bed last night as his toes became chilled. The other members bedroom was dark, not too surprising since they had all been too tired to try and watch TV or anything else the day before. From the light spilling in through the cracked door he could just make out the form of Jonghyun sprawled across Kibum, both of their eyes closed in slumber.
“Kibum,” he called, moving around the futon on the floor. “It’s time to wake up,” he said with a gentle yet firm shake of the young man’s shoulder. Kibum groaned his acknowledgement of the statement and wearily opened one eye at him. “We have to leave in about forty five minutes,” Jinki told him.
Kibum grunted and shoved half-heartedly at the man sprawled on him. Now that Kibum was conscious he knew there was no fear of the man going back to sleep. He was probably the only member of the group that he didn’t have to worry about rolling over and ignoring him. Not only that, Kibum seemed to take some twisted sense of satisfaction in waking up Jonghyun, so Jinki’s task in that particular room was finished.
He turned and walked out of room smiled softly at the exclamation of “Jonghyun get your fat ass off me and out of bed!” that echoed behind him.
Their manager was still reading over something on his device in the kitchen and Kibum would shortly be claiming their only bathroom. He had at least ten minutes before he would be able to start getting himself ready or even needed to bother waking up anyone else. A few extra minutes of sleep sounded like an excellent idea to him and quickly shuffled back into his room.
Minho and Taemin were curled together in the center of the bed and he found he wanted nothing more than to join them. The idea was a dangerous one, since he could likely be lulled back into the quiet of sleep by them, but it was too tempting to resist.
When he put his weight on the bed with a knee, Minho shifted and extended an arm to him. Jinki accepted it gratefully, crawling back beneath the blankets into their inviting warmth. “I thought you were up,” Minho said softly, tucking him close.
“I was,” Jinki muttered, settling with against Minho’s side with his head on the man’s shoulder. “I just woke Kibum up and we don’t leave until 5:30.”
There was a shifting rustle and then Minho sighed. “So the bathroom is occupied?”
“Yeah,” Jinki agreed, closing his eyes. He would likely have to go wake Jonghyun again - just to be certain - in a few moments, but for now he intended to enjoy Minho’s warmth.
There was a grunt from the man beneath him and suddenly he was being shifted, flipped onto his back. He could just make out the younger man hovering over him in the light of the glowing numbers from their digital clock. “Are you wearing my pink sweater?” he asked in amusement.
The fuzzy monstrosity had been a gag gift from Kibum to Minho on his birthday that the man had held on to despite their teasing. He never wore it but Jinki was rather fond of the piece of clothing. “It’s warm,” he muttered, in defense of himself.
“It is,” Minho agreed, slipping a hand beneath the fabric and up the skin of his stomach as if to check his temperature when Jinki knew his intention was anything but that.
“Taemin is sleeping,” Jinki protested weakly.
“Well then if he wakes up he can join in,” Minho told him placing a kiss on the tip of his nose before moving to nibble at the spot behind his ear that never failed to make him melt.
“We don’t have time,” the leader muttered as one of his hands tangled in the younger man’s hair and the other explored the warm bare skin of his back.
“We have ten minutes, give or take,” Minho murmured into his skin. “That is long enough for me to say good morning properly.” Jinki’s response turned less than coherent as Minho’s hand slipped within his sleeping pants.
“Minho-hyung? Jinki-hyung?” Taemin’s sleep filled voice called to them.
“Morning Taemin,” Minho muttered pulling his lips away from Jinki’s skin. “I’m making sure our leader has a great morning.”
“I wanna say good morning to Jinki-hyung,” Taemin whined, sounding much to awake for only just having rejoined the world. He could just imagine the smile that was fitting itself across both of the younger man’s faces, especially when Minho shifted and Taemin scooted himself closer. Skilled slender fingers slipped beneath the sweater where Minho’s had been, making his stomach tremble from the caress.
“He’s wearing your sweater again,” Taemin declared.
“I know,” Minho purred, “he loves it and I love him in it.”
“We need to get up,” Jinki breathed shakily.
“In a minute,” Taemin told him before he leaned in and attached his lips to the leader’s neck.
Being a leader, he figured, had its disadvantages, but it also had its clear advantages as well. One of those was waking up like this in the morning and, if he was honest with himself, there was no other way he would rather greet the day then with a good morning from his members.
AN: So it is funny how easily this trio just comes to me.
For saanrio
Being the leader of an idol group had its certain advantages, but it clearly had several disadvantages as well. One of those was the fact that he, as leader, needed to wake up a full half an hour earlier than the rest of the members in order to get ready for the day. A screaming alarm at 4:26 AM was not his ideal way to awaken, certainly not when he had the warm heat of the maknae curled on one side and the solid presence of a second man on his other.
Both of them, as usual, sleep straight through the noise and neither shifted even the slightest as he reached out to slap the offending piece of electronic into silence. Untangling himself was something of an acquired skill since Taemin’s infinitely long legs seemed to want to twine with his every single night. Even fully awake he wasn’t always the most coordinated, so no one was ever surprised when he managed to sit up, attempt to move and wind up sprawled over one or the other of them as he tried to wiggle free.
“Morning hyung,” Minho rumbled, his voice unusually deep and rough with sleep as Jinki landed across his chest.
“Morning,” the leader grumbled in return, minding his elbows and hands as he tried to shift over the young man to the cold freedom beyond. In the end it was the strong hands that helped him over, keeping his limbs from doing too much damage in along the way, that allowed him to be set free.
His bare feet hit the floor and he shuddered, cold seeping right into his skin. He hated the fact that their dorm in Japan didn’t have the warmth in the floors that theirs in Korea had, just another difference that he didn’t appreciate caused by their promotions. Jinki shuffled to the corner where the pile of semi-clean clothing lay sending a half hearted glare back to the bed where the younger two men had slid together like liquid filling an empty space. From the pile he pulled the first soft thing that his fingers fell on and pulled it over his head, before shuffling out of the room.
The dorm was dark when he slipped from his room, not that he was entirely surprised by it. Their manager would be out shortly, having likely risen already and taken the opportunity for a shower before they needed the use of it. If there was one job he didn’t envy it was the job of the manager who had to be up before they did and often times didn’t go to bed until the last of them had.
In the kitchen Jinki started the coffee maker, already set to go at a push of the button from the night before. Their manager would enjoy a cup shortly as would several of the members once they woke. With it going he flipped on the light and settled at the table. Their schedule for the day was printed on a piece of paper in the managers neat hand writing left for him on the table as it was ever day. Judging by the content of it, they would need to be on the road no later than 5:30 if they were to get where they needed to go on time. Kibum would need to be woken shortly, as he liked to take his time getting ready in the morning, and Jonghyun as well since the man would take nearly that long to shift from his nightly comatose state.
“Good morning Jinki,” the manager greeted as he moved into the kitchen to retrieve a mug and the nearly finished warm drink.
“Morning,” he mumbled, his tonguing clearly not quite woken completely yet.
“We are all together all day if I remember right.”
“Mm,” Jinki grunted, seeing that not only was the man correct but that they also ended the day by flying out to Korea together for some schedule the next day.
“There is an hour and a half car ride this morning so you can all get a bit more rest then,” the manger told him as he joined him at the table. There was a tint of pity in his voice, since he knew that they had only gone to bed three hours ago and hardly had enough sleep the majority of the time anyway.
“I’m going to go wake up Kibum,” Jinki muttered, figuring he might as well start the process now. The manager nodded as he rose and pulled out his Ipad to begin his work.
Jinki shuffled across the apartment to the second bedroom, cursing himself for forgetting to place his slippers near the bed last night as his toes became chilled. The other members bedroom was dark, not too surprising since they had all been too tired to try and watch TV or anything else the day before. From the light spilling in through the cracked door he could just make out the form of Jonghyun sprawled across Kibum, both of their eyes closed in slumber.
“Kibum,” he called, moving around the futon on the floor. “It’s time to wake up,” he said with a gentle yet firm shake of the young man’s shoulder. Kibum groaned his acknowledgement of the statement and wearily opened one eye at him. “We have to leave in about forty five minutes,” Jinki told him.
Kibum grunted and shoved half-heartedly at the man sprawled on him. Now that Kibum was conscious he knew there was no fear of the man going back to sleep. He was probably the only member of the group that he didn’t have to worry about rolling over and ignoring him. Not only that, Kibum seemed to take some twisted sense of satisfaction in waking up Jonghyun, so Jinki’s task in that particular room was finished.
He turned and walked out of room smiled softly at the exclamation of “Jonghyun get your fat ass off me and out of bed!” that echoed behind him.
Their manager was still reading over something on his device in the kitchen and Kibum would shortly be claiming their only bathroom. He had at least ten minutes before he would be able to start getting himself ready or even needed to bother waking up anyone else. A few extra minutes of sleep sounded like an excellent idea to him and quickly shuffled back into his room.
Minho and Taemin were curled together in the center of the bed and he found he wanted nothing more than to join them. The idea was a dangerous one, since he could likely be lulled back into the quiet of sleep by them, but it was too tempting to resist.
When he put his weight on the bed with a knee, Minho shifted and extended an arm to him. Jinki accepted it gratefully, crawling back beneath the blankets into their inviting warmth. “I thought you were up,” Minho said softly, tucking him close.
“I was,” Jinki muttered, settling with against Minho’s side with his head on the man’s shoulder. “I just woke Kibum up and we don’t leave until 5:30.”
There was a shifting rustle and then Minho sighed. “So the bathroom is occupied?”
“Yeah,” Jinki agreed, closing his eyes. He would likely have to go wake Jonghyun again - just to be certain - in a few moments, but for now he intended to enjoy Minho’s warmth.
There was a grunt from the man beneath him and suddenly he was being shifted, flipped onto his back. He could just make out the younger man hovering over him in the light of the glowing numbers from their digital clock. “Are you wearing my pink sweater?” he asked in amusement.
The fuzzy monstrosity had been a gag gift from Kibum to Minho on his birthday that the man had held on to despite their teasing. He never wore it but Jinki was rather fond of the piece of clothing. “It’s warm,” he muttered, in defense of himself.
“It is,” Minho agreed, slipping a hand beneath the fabric and up the skin of his stomach as if to check his temperature when Jinki knew his intention was anything but that.
“Taemin is sleeping,” Jinki protested weakly.
“Well then if he wakes up he can join in,” Minho told him placing a kiss on the tip of his nose before moving to nibble at the spot behind his ear that never failed to make him melt.
“We don’t have time,” the leader muttered as one of his hands tangled in the younger man’s hair and the other explored the warm bare skin of his back.
“We have ten minutes, give or take,” Minho murmured into his skin. “That is long enough for me to say good morning properly.” Jinki’s response turned less than coherent as Minho’s hand slipped within his sleeping pants.
“Minho-hyung? Jinki-hyung?” Taemin’s sleep filled voice called to them.
“Morning Taemin,” Minho muttered pulling his lips away from Jinki’s skin. “I’m making sure our leader has a great morning.”
“I wanna say good morning to Jinki-hyung,” Taemin whined, sounding much to awake for only just having rejoined the world. He could just imagine the smile that was fitting itself across both of the younger man’s faces, especially when Minho shifted and Taemin scooted himself closer. Skilled slender fingers slipped beneath the sweater where Minho’s had been, making his stomach tremble from the caress.
“He’s wearing your sweater again,” Taemin declared.
“I know,” Minho purred, “he loves it and I love him in it.”
“We need to get up,” Jinki breathed shakily.
“In a minute,” Taemin told him before he leaned in and attached his lips to the leader’s neck.
Being a leader, he figured, had its disadvantages, but it also had its clear advantages as well. One of those was waking up like this in the morning and, if he was honest with himself, there was no other way he would rather greet the day then with a good morning from his members.
AN: So it is funny how easily this trio just comes to me.