the glow of the early morning sun starts to shine through the sheer curtains hung from your bedroom window. the breeze coming in through the open door to the balcony, allowing a certain coolness to envelop you and the sleeping man still beside you. you watch how peaceful he is, his chest rising and falling with each slow breath he takes. your fingers find purpose pushing his hair away from his frame, then making their way down his soft skin. he opens his eyes and you freeze.
"good morning, love." the air catches in your throat when you hear the raspy words leave youngjo's mouth. his hands come up to hold your face and you finally let go of the breath you've been holding.
"good morning..."
"let's just stay like this. the bed's comfy and you're warm. i could wake up to this everyday."
you giggle at the sentiment. “we have errands to run, though. you know that. you’re telling me that you’d rather stay in bed all day, instead of going to get groceries?”
“fine… we can get groceries. but right after that, we go back to cuddling.”
“deal.”
that's exactly how the two of you spend the rest of your sunday morning: wrapped up in each others' arms.
