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memories from the previous evening are enough to keep her constantly stirring throughout the night, trapped in a tiresome cycle of on-and-off sleep, eyes always flying open when his heated touches and tender kisses invade even her dreams. she now lies fully awake amidst a bundle of soft sheets that smell faintly of laundry detergent and a mix of someone else, which draws forth the realization of how sudden it is for sleep to become so uncomfortable when she’s been finally acquainted with something better. a light sigh escapes her lips, gaze wandering towards the ceiling, to the magnificent view that clouds up the windows beside her bed. it feels cold, even when the heat has not been altered in any sort of way -- perhaps it’s the dull comparison of morn beside the flames of sensual pleasure that had bloomed across her body just hours before they both fell asleep, another period of time thereafter spent cuddling and whispering, until she was finally conscious enough to drag herself to her own room.
she touches two fingers to her lips, feeling the softness of them after they’d brushed against his. what are you, taehwan? she thinks, lazily climbing out of bed, bare legs meeting the open air. and as she slips on a pair of pajama bottoms underneath his shirt that hangs loosely around her body, more complaints are muttered beneath her breath: “charming. intelligent. undeniably attractive.” a shuffle of slippers as she makes her way into the bathroom, the yawn that lets out when she’s out again, now into the kitchen. “even the way he breathes is a perfect rhythm. there’s not one thing he isn’t good at,” she deduces to herself, searching the fridge for leftover side dishes she can heat up for breakfast.