Y/N had always woken up before his alarms.
Usually for work.
The last few weeks, it was because he didn’t want to wake her.
The weight on his chest had become familiar over the last few weeks.
I am the luckiest man alive.
He absently traced his fingers along her arm as he reached for his phone on the nightstand.
Mina stirred against him but never fully woke.
Emi:
What do you think of this? (Link)
Vague enough to not seem connected to TWICE, but Emi wouldn’t text this early if it wasn’t for them.
Something tightened in his chest.
His eyes drifted to a mess of black hair that rose and fell with each of his breaths.
The tension eased instantly.
He kept scrolling through his missed messages until his eyes fell on one.
JYP:
We should talk today.
11 work?
His body went rigid for a fraction of a second.
“Oppa, are you ok?” She asked without moving.
“Yeah Sweetie.”
She shifted to look up at him, eyes still half closed with sleepiness.
“Sweetie is new.”
“Just trying it out. Do you like it?”
“What’s wrong with Mitan?” She asked.
“Nothing at all, it’s just…”
She shifted fully to look at him with a little concern in her face.
“Momo and Sana call you Mitan, I just maybe wanted something to myself.”
One side of her hair had fallen across her face, barely hiding how amused she looked.
“Oppa, are you a little jealous that Sana and Momo-chan use the same nickname for me?”
“No… I mean, maybe a little.”
“What about me? Nayeon Unnie calls you Oppa. Even Yuna started calling you Oppa. I want something of my own too.” She said with a little pout.
“What are you talking about? You called me Babe a couple weeks ago and almost made my heart stop.”
“Oh so you liked that?” She said, poking his cheek.
He looked away as heat crept into his face.
“How do you like Sweetie?”
She lay back down on his chest hiding her own color pooling on her cheeks.
“It’s good, keep trying. I want to see what that big brain of yours comes up with.”
They lay there together for a few more minutes, Mina absently drawing circles on his chest, YN doing the same to her shoulder.
“So what made your body all tense earlier.” She asked.
“JYP messaged me.”
She stopped moving.
“Oh.”
“Yeah.”
“What did he say?”
“Nothing really, just that we should talk.”
She paused, then.
“What are you going to tell him?”
“Whatever he asks, I’ll be honest.” He said.
“Good.”
“Alright, now the big decision.”