Perfect mornings
He liked mornings like these, they were a rare delicacy. Mornings when his omega could be seen sleeping in his arms when he woke up and not rushing around the room to get dressed for whatever interview they had to get to early that day.
His omega was beautiful. So perfect that sometimes he felt like crying at his beauty. His freshly dyed blonde hair was a curly mess on top of his head. Sharp, stunning eyes now closed in two swollen crescents lacking the stroke of any makeup. His small nose peaceful over his plush, pouty lips that were now parted to let out soft puffs of air against the alpha’s chest. He was as beautiful on the inside as he was beautiful to look at. And the alpha couldn’t get enough of him.
Jungkook had been busy in the studio last night, it caused him
