Light raindrops patter against the rooftop, dancing lightly and soothingly into your mind. The sound permeates your dreams at exactly the same time that the smell of breakfast does. Warmth—the single word, a hazy thought, ghosts against your mind as you come to your senses.
Your bed is warm, where you’re buried under a mound of blankets. It protects you against the end of summer, early autumn weather and the early morning rain shower just beyond the comfort of your home. The smell of breakfast is warm, how it floats through the house, scents of cinnamon and applewood.
His voice is warm, as it welcomes you to a new morning, followed by the warmth of his touch.
“Wake up, love,” he murmurs, fingertips dancing along your forehead as he brushes a few strands of hair from your face.
You blink open your eyes, though the action is immediately followed by a yawn that blurs Hyunwoo from sight as it brings tears to your eyes. He smiles down at you, brushing a droplet that forms at the corner of your eye.
Slowly, you sit up. As you do so, Hyunwoo leans forward and presses a kiss against your cheek. Soft and tender, it brings a warmth to your heart.
“Happy birthday,” whispers, lips brushing against your cheek.
“Breakfast in bed?” You’re bewildered at the sight in front of you—a tray, with a whole breakfast spread. Freshly cut strawberries and apples, bacon and eggs, a waffle that’s exactly the same size as the plate it occupies, and a warm cup of coffee, steam still streaming from its surface.
“Well, the weather caused for a change of plans in our date day,” Hyunwoo murmurs from where he’s rested his head on your shoulder, tilting it just enough to glance out the bedroom window.
You follow his gaze, taking note that that it’s gray and rather dreary outside. Strange, for so early on in September. It’s as if the earth is sending a subtle reminder that autumn is just around the corner. You smile softly, though. You don’t necessarily mind the cloudy day. Rain never dampened anyone’s mood in this household.
“I had to think of a different way to spoil you, today.”
Feeling Hyunwoo’s weight shift, you turn back to him, almost blanching at the sight in front of you. He’s biting back a shy smile, a rosy blush painting his cheeks. But despite the nervousness that suddenly overtakes him, there’s a look of determination in his eyes and a hard set to his jawline.
You feel your heartbeat quicken, staring at the little black box that rests in his hands—that he extends out to you. The pounding becomes so loud, that it echoes in your ears and drowns out the sound of the rain outside. You feel your stomach churn, despite the warm scent of breakfast that surrounds you.
“I know this might be a bit cheesy. Especially on your birthday,” Hyunwoo breathes out, popping the lid open on the box. You let out a breath that you hadn’t been aware you’d been holding, staring at the simple, yet stunning diamond ring that rests inside against the velvet lining of the box.
You don’t remember saying yes. You know you do, though. All you remember is the laughter, the warm kisses all over—your lips, your cheeks, your forehead—falling back against the plush bedding in Hyunwoo’s arms and the ring being slipped onto your finger; the warmth and the I love you’s breathed out as you cuddle against the early autumn rain.
happy belated birthday to my best friend @showooyunlie... sorry I couldn’t get this to you sooner, I love you!
