The Gum Wrapper Musician

the gum wrapper musician

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Morning Light

Genre: Fluff. Nice and sweet uwu

Word count: 1,621

You laughed, reaching up to brush away the dandelion florets that clung to your cheeks before they could find their way into any of your orifices. Unfortunately, you weren’t as quick to the draw as you had hoped and the breeze which had carried the small seeds away after you blew them from their stem shifted its course, blowing a few back into your mouth. A dramatic cry left you as you tried to spit them out, making a show out of the ordeal. The sight of you sticking out your tongue and trying to scrape the little white fluff off of it with your teeth before you changed tactics and attempted to do so with your fingers was enough to have your boyfriend rolling, the blanket underneath your bodies scrunching up and tangling around his limbs as a result of his thrashing. The sounds that accompanied your amusing display had him laughing so hard it made your stomach hurt. “You’re so dramatic,” you huffed. The fluff had since been rid of your mouth but there were still several seeds on your face that you could feel, but couldn’t get off; it was as if they melted into your skin when the tips of your fingers brushed against them, using it as a hiding spot.

“And you’re not?” Hoseok asked as he sat up, kicking the blanket back into place. It was crude looking but would suffice for the present, he decided. When he turned his gaze back over to you, he tutted, shaking his head. “Come here, let me help you.” Shifting closer, you allowed him to gingerly grasp your face. He brushed the florets off your cheeks with his thumbs, pads soft against your skin. You felt your cheeks heat under his touch. “You’re cute when you blush,” he murmured, gaze softening considerably as he took a moment to admire your features. You shook your head, movements short and jerky because it was still between his hands.

“Oh, hush,” you mumbled.

“Make me,” he answered, voice carrying in that child-like, sing-songy way it often did when he was feeling cheeky and trying to work you up. It worked.

“Maybe I will.”

Hoseok opened his mouth to speak once more, but the words that danced in his mouth were snuffed out by your lips. Their death was pleasant, the euphoric wave that crashed over his body as a result of the intimate gift Hoseok had been offered slowly sucked the air from their lungs; the expressions slowly withered, falling from the tip of his tongue like the dry petals of a sunflower. You pressed closer, chest near flush against his; deft fingers tangled themselves in the hair at the nape of his neck, tugging ever-so-lightly.

Pulling away, he allowed his forehead to come to rest against yours. “Wake up, sweets.”

Your brows furrowed in confusion, smile falling from your lips as you withdrew from your partner. “What?”

“Wake up,” he repeated, voice now distant-seeming. It was as if you were underwater and listening to him speak through waves.

You blinked once, twice, eyes squeezing themselves shut tight the third time around.  The warmth that had flooded your face dissipated exceptionally fast, leaving you to shift about uncomfortably as a shiver rolled down your spine. The feeling of the thin blanket trapped beneath your legs, and the grass that tickled at your feet was replaced by the significantly less comfortable feeling of a bare mattress rubbing against your calves - something that happened frequently when you stirred in your sleep. You must have pulled the fitted sheet loose. Upon realizing that the date was nothing more than a product of your unconscious mind, you groaned, reaching up to drag your hands across the length of your face, forcing away the remnants of sleep that desperately clung to your being. The thought of turning over, pulling the blankets over your head, and going back to sleep for another hour or so seemed very entertainable, but the silvery and no longer distant voice of your lover kept you from doing so. “Well good morning, sleeping beauty,” he cooed, obvious amusement underlying his words. You peeled your eyes open, peering at him through your fingers. A bright smile graced his lips, making his eyes form small crescents. Hoseok’s hair was disheveled, slightly curled strands standing on end or falling haphazardly across his forehead. The bit of light that had found its way in through the cracks in your blinds fell across him in a way that made his skin glow and his eyes look like warm pools of honey. It was ethereal, to say the least, and you found that leaving the land of the living in favor for more rest was suddenly a lot less appealing.

“Mornin’,” you murmured in response, blankets pooling around your waist as you sat up.

Hoseok shifted closer, mattress dipping beneath his weight as he moved to occupy the space directly in front of you. He cupped your face, thumbs brushing over your cheekbones - a pleasant recreation of your dream, you decided. His features softened a bit, adoration filling his eyes as he looked you over. “I’m glad you’re up.”

“Yeah?” You answered, melting beneath his touch. When he leaned in, you did too, lips puckering ever-so-slightly. His nose brushed gingerly against yours, making your heart skip a beat. He had you wrapped around his little finger and he knew it. “Why is that?”

“Because I’m hungry.”

“Jung Hoseok!” You pulled away, bewilderment overtaking your features as you watched the pseudo-romantic aura that had taken hold of his being fell away, leaving his usual cheeky disposition in its place. He laughed, moving so that you couldn’t reach when you swiped at him. “I know you didn’t wake me up just to cook for you!”

“Of course not,” Hoseok managed through a particularly loud chortle. “I woke you up to cook with me.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. “I can’t say that - that sounds any better.”

By this point, he had crawled out of bed and was trying to coax you into doing the same. When simply motioning for you to get up with his hand proved to not be enough, he threw both arms into the mix, bending down and extending them toward you before drawing them in toward his chest. “Let’s go,” he whined, holding the ‘o’. “There’s waffles begging to be made.”

You rolled your eyes, offering him a short shake of the head before you threw the covers back and slipped out of bed. Another bright smile graced his lips as he turned on his heel and padded into the kitchen. You followed closely after.

Hoseok wasted no time, his feet immediately carrying him off toward the fridge so that he could gather the necessary ingredients for your meal. As he worked toward carrying the haphazardly balanced items in his grasp over to the counter, you began to poke through the cupboard for mixing bowls and the waffle iron, as well as flour and other necessary dry ingredients. You plugged the iron into the wall so that it could heat up. After everything had been laid out on the counter, Hoseok set about measuring out and mixing all the wet substances, you following suit shortly thereafter with all that you had obtained. When the two of you finished working with your respective ingredients, you migrated towards one another, combining everything in one large bowl. You immediately set about whisking the batter, curling your arm around the bowl and hugging it into your side; you leaned into it so that you could work out the lumps. You hummed as you worked, mimicking the beat that had found purchase in the crevices of your mind - the song wasn’t one that you could say you were particularly fond of (hell, you couldn’t even remember the name of it) but it was surprisingly catchy and you couldn’t seem to shake the tune from your head. You swayed in time with the rhythm as you poured the batter onto the iron.

The feeling of hands grabbing at your hips made you jump, a strangled cry bubbling up from the back of your throat. “Ah-!”

The reaction your lover had inadvertently coaxed out of you made him sputter in amusement, shoulders trembling with barely contained laughter. You turn, moving to smack his arm.

He caught your hand, using it to pull you closer. His free arm curled itself around your waist, and when he was sure he wouldn’t get hit he released your hand, allowing that arm to snake around your frame as well. He pulled you close, the corners of his lips turning upward. The smile he sported was one of genuine happiness, unlike the cheeky and somewhat mischevious grins he had been offering all morning. You visibly softened, unclenching your jaw as you shoulders slumped and you eased into your touch. You wound your arms securely around his waist, resting your head on his shoulder. Hoseok began to rock on his heels, resting his chin on the top of your head. You closed your eyes, listening to the gentle thrum of his heart as you rocked with him.

Time seemed to slow considerably, leaving the two of you with hours upon hours in which the two of you could share. It was easy to let your mind clear itself and focus on the man before you. You stayed like this for several minutes, smiling to yourself as you relished in the warmth of Hoseok’s embrace.

It wasn’t until the smell of burning waffles hit your nose that you parted, Hoseok’s laugh ringing out throughout the room as you scurried off to turn off the iron.