non-living objects cannot feel, or talk, or do anything on their own. but for some reason, jaehyun thinks all of the above can happen. he really, truly believes the bunny plushie that you sleep with is stealing you away from him.
he lies on his side, one arm tucked under his pillow, watching you breathe in the soft glow of the fairy lights. your hair is spread across the pillow like a little halo, lips parted the tiniest bit, your chest rising and falling in the slow rhythm of deep sleep.
you're beautiful like this-soft and safe and completely unaware. but his eyes keep drifting to the round white bunny pressed against your chest. he swears the plushie is mocking him.
it's the way its stitched-on smile stares at him, the way you have your arms wrapped so tightly around its body, like you never want to let go.
β "unbelievable," he whispers to himself, glaring at it. "you're just.. cotton. and somehow you get all the cuddles."
he pouts, shifting closer until he can poke the plushie's round head with his finger. "you don't deserve her," he grumbles, voice soft enough not to wake you. "you don't even do anything. i could make her ten times warmer and happier, you know."
jaehyun pauses, staring at your face to make sure you're still asleep. when he sees your lashes still resting on your cheeks, he grows braver, sliding his hand carefully under the blanket.
he tries to tug miffy away. just a little. just to see what happens. but the second the plushie moves, your brows furrow and a tiny, sleepy whimper leaves your lips. you squeeze miffy closer, burying your face into its head like you're afraid someone's taking it away.
heeseung freezes. his heart twists at the sound, and he immediately stops pulling, panicking like he's done something awful.
β "no, no, no," he whispers, hurriedly tucking the bunny back into your arms. "he's still here, baby. don't cry."
you relax instantly, a little sigh slipping out as your breathing evens again. he drops his forehead into the pillow, groaning softly.
"i'm losing to a stuffed toy," he mutters, dramatic and pouty. but then he looks back at you, at the way your lips curl slightly like you're having a nice dream, and his chest warms despite himself.
he shuffles closer until his knees bump yours under the blanket. he slips an arm around your waist carefully, pulling you against him. now you're hugging miffy, but you're pressed against his chest too, your warmth sinking into his skin.
β "you still love me more, right?" he whispers, brushing his lips against your hair. and then-like some kind of miracle-you mumble, soft and slurred, "jae..."
his heart does a full flip in his chest. "see?" he says with a smug little grin. "i knew it. i'm your favorite."
feeling victorious, he tucks his chin on top of your head, pressing a gentle kiss there. he doesn't try to take miffy away again-just hugs you both, holding you as close as he can until sleep finally tugs at him too.
morning light creeps through your curtains, painting the room in a warm glow when you wake. your lashes flutter as you blink blearily, trying to figure out why you're so warm and comfortable. then you realize. jaehyun is still asleep beside you, his face turned toward you, lips slightly parted, hair sticking out in soft messy tufts. but what really makes you giggle quietly is what's in his arms.
miffy.
your bunny is tucked under his chin, squished to his chest, and he's holding it so tightly like it's something precious. you nudge him gently. "jaehyun."
he grumbles, eyes half-opening, voice low and raspy. "hmm?"
β "why do you have my bunny?" you whisper, grinning.
he blinks sleepily at you, then at the plushie in his arms. instead of giving it back, he tightens his hold, burying his face in it. "mine now," he mumbles stubbornly. "he's on my side."
you laugh softly, brushing his messy hair out of his eyes. "you were jealous of miffy, weren't you?"
jaehyun groans, hiding his face behind the plushie. "don't say it out loud. it sounds insane."