With You ||STRAYKIDS-ONESHOTS||

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The evening breeze swayed your hair as you sat by the open window of your warm study room, facing the beach. The calm and smooth shades of the sunlight filtered itself on to your favorite novel, The Fault in Our Stars. Although you have read the book to the point, where you have already mugged up every scenario without leaving any possible detail, it always made your heart thump with excitement and pleasure.

You closed the book with a heavy sigh as you finished the last chapter of the book for the umpteenth time. Leaving the book on the table, you neared the window, admiring the sunset. The door creaked behind you, indicating that someone entered.

"Finally, You guys are exhausted from playing on the beach since afternoon." You teased jokingly, not even bothered to see who entered. "Uh-huh" he responded, as you faced him, "they are still by the beach." He placed the book you were reading to where it belonged and headed towards you.

"Why did you leave them then, I was just about to join you." Saying so you resumed what you were doing before he entered, rather flustered by what you saw.

It's not like you didn't see your boyfriend shirtless before... it's just... this time it... hits different. His perfectly sculpted face, with the plumpest lips you've ever seen. The beach tanned skin with a tint of pink on his cheeks, from all the exhaustive activities he did on the beach. The hours he spent vigorously working out in the gym with his friends were evidently visible when you saw his abs and the buff arms, and damn they were so tempting. Not to mention that the pearly drops of water dripping on his forehead from his yet to dry hair from the shower and the towel slung around his broad shoulders barely covering his chest, were not helping your state much either.

"Well is it wrong if I want to spend some 'us' time with my girlfriend?" His voice snapped you out of your fantasy. "And besides I highly doubt that you would have joined us there on the beach." He said in a matter-of-fact way.

You laughed at his last statement.

True that you were not someone who would enjoy beaches. Mostly because you hated the sand that piled up between your toes and got stuck on to your feet making it feel itchy, or was it because you hated being dragged into the salty waters. Well the reasons were many, but your best excuse was that you were not a great swimmer like your boyfriend.

"Beautiful view isn't it?" He whispered, standing behind you. His strong Australian accent sending shivers down your spine.

You looked up at him, only to find him smiling at you. Dimples prominently visible. You returned his gesture and said

"Indeed. But I've seen beautifuller things"

"Pfft... Beautifuller.... Is that even a term?..."
His laugh made your heart flutter. You would literally fight anyone and anything that could possibly be the reason for your boyfriend to stop this action of his.

Nevertheless you gave him a stern look "I don't follow dictionaries, I create my own vocab." You puffed your cheeks.

"OK. OK. Stop sulking" he chuckled, while pinching your cheeks.

"Now, will you please throw some lights on to what this beautifuller thing is? Y/N." He asked, putting extra emphasis on the word he learned just moments ago.

A smirk crept on your face as you answered his query, "My boyfriend." You leaned back, making yourself comfortable on his chest, "My boyfriend is the most beautiful man in this world, both inside and out."

"Oh, yeah. Sure." He scoffed, taking it as a joke.

"BANG CHRISTOPHER CHAN." You raised your voice a bit, pulling away from his warmth. You glared at him straight into the eyes and continued "Just face it. I can literally click a random candid pic of yours, frame it in an exhibition and it would still get me enough money to last for, like, six to seven months - no wait... maybe even more. Yes, you are that beautiful. "