You are about to slide out of bed, half-asleep, hair a mess, when a strong arm pulls you back like a human seatbelt. Jungkook, bare-chested, buries his face in your neck.

“Don’t go to work,” he mumbles. “Call in beautiful.”

You blink, dumbfounded. “Call in what?”

“Beautiful. Like, ‘Hi, I can’t come in today. I’m too hot and my husband’s too clingy.’ Very professional.”

You stare at him, a hint of a smile tugging at the corner of your lips. “You do know we have two kids, right?”

He gasps. “Two? When did that happen?”

You try to sit up. He throws the blanket over your head like a cape. “Minjun can drive Sunhi. You, me and the warmth of the sheets. Think about it.”

And somehow… you are. Damn him and that stupid perfect smile.