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Maria.
Teenage.
US of A.

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Yet another kpop scenario blog... ^^; Feel free to request; I don't bite~!

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Happy Morning (Kris Scenario)

{Request for anon}

A cute one; yay! The only warning here is that some of you may experience fluff overload, (or perhaps smut/angst withdrawal, depending on what you read normally…), so enjoy!

I actually didn’t mean for this to end the way it did, but that’s how it went, so just go with it, okay? ^^;

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Your cheek was being poked.

Without opening your eyes, you knew right away what was going on. Your boyfriend, Kris, was trying to wake you up. It was a habit of his to poke things, and breaking this didn’t seem to be coming in the near future.

You groaned and reached to the side, hoping to get a good smack at him, but he caught your hand.

“Come on, Sleeping Beauty,” he chuckled. “It’s time to get up.”

“I don’t want to,” you whined, pressing your eyes tightly shut.

You heard him laugh again. In your blinded state, you felt the bed sink under added weight. Inconspicuously, you smiled to yourself and edged slightly closer to Kris’s warmth.

He took your hand and rubbed circles on it with his thumb before pulling gently. “Please?” he begged quietly.

Stubbornly, you flipped over onto your stomach, landing face-first on his pillow, and breathed in the scent he left from his evening spent next to you.

“___,” he laughed. He dropped your hand and stood up, looking down lovingly at you laying there. It almost felt a little sinful to disturb such a pretty picture (his personal angel, as he called you), but he had plans for his day off and he wanted to get going, since it was something he was sure you would love.

Carefully, he bent next to your face and leaned towards your ear. “___,” he whispered, “wake up, okay? I have a surprise for you?”

You opened the eye closer to him, only to find his smiling face.

He was smiling far too brightly for this early in the morning.

“Is it food?” you groaned, finally sitting up. You squinted at him.

The morning sun shone through the window behind him, and a gentle breeze caressed the sheer white curtains, circling around him in a smoke-like fashion. You blinked at him over and over – he looked truly angelic, even after just waking up and still being in a white t-shirt and sweatpants.

He smiled softly, reaching to cup your cheek. “Will you get up if I promise breakfast?”

You ran your fingers through your hair in attempts to smooth it and leaned on his hand. “Will you promise breakfast if I get up?” you countered cheekily.

“If that’s what you want,” he smiled, now taking both of your hands and pulling you out of bed and into his arms. He literally swept you off your feet and carried you to the kitchen.

“Kris,” you giggled, lacing your arms around his neck. “What are you doing?”

“Carrying you, of course,” he nodded, placing you on a chair in front of a plate of food.

“You shouldn’t have cooked,” you protested. “I could have—”

He pressed his forefinger to your lips, a coy smile on his face. “Come on now, do you think I’ll let my future wife do all the cooking?”

You blinked, more than a little confused. Why was he calling you his future wife all of a sudden?

His grin widened. “Confused yet?”

“Very,” you laughed, still clutching his hands. He pulled one hand away from you and stepped back to reach for something on the counter.

“Close your eyes, ___,” he smiled. You could sense a bit of nervousness in his voice, and a little feeling inside you began to grow – you had your suspicions as to what was happening (and, if you were right, you were internally screaming in joy), but you could never know with Kris.

“And… Open!”

You did as told, and Kris, smiling wider than you’d ever seen him, was kneeling in front of you, holding your left hand and a sparkling ring.

“I knew it!” you shouted, you hand flying to your mouth.

He cocked an eyebrow. “So, what do you not want me to ask?”

“Oh no!” you waved your hand. “Please continue!”

He shook his head and cleared his throat, looking at you through his eyelashes. “___, I love you, and I always will – with or without makeup; evening gown or sweatpants and a t-shirt” he added, noting your current situation. “And you would make me the happiest man in the world if I could have you as my wife at all of those times.”

You couldn’t help your reaction, but you burst into a fit of nervous giggles – a thing you always did when Kris was being particularly romantic. Excitedly, you nodded.

“Always, any day, every day,” you breathed. “Yes.

He stood, dragging you up with him, and swung you around the room. He kissed you passionately and looked into your eyes. “Happy you didn’t sleep in?”

You glanced at the ring now snugly on your finger, then back to him. “Yeah, I am.”