BTS Oneshots (🌸 ver.) [ot.7]

Blueberry Eyes - MYG

He couldn't help admiring her, not even for a single moment ... even though he knew he would be late for his job.
Her smile widened as she pulled herself closer to him, still not letting go. He wished he could stop time, just a few seconds so he could stay even closer to her, safe and sound in the warmth of her embrace.
The eternal sound of the ticking of the clock echoed in the room and, accompanied by the soft soft sounds of her breathing, broke the silence which hung in the whole house. His gaze fell on the hands of the clock which made it clear to him that he had missed his usual wake-up time, but he told himself that staying a few more minutes and keeping her in his arms wasn't so bad. He didn't actually want to go to work and just abandon her.
He knew that when she will wake up, she would scold him for being late but would eventually melt on his lips as she would slip her arms around his neck. He would then refuse to respond to her kiss just to see her pull away from him and frown in a way he had always found adorable before complaining and hugging him even more. And how about playfully teasing her and pushing her away? Just so that she draws him even more towards her despite what he says to her and that he feels even more loved from her. For she knew as well as he did that his teasing refusal of affection was just a call for more hugs and gentle kisses, and that at the end of the day, only her touch, her warmth, and her weird but cute habits could make his heart beat faster.
The images of yesterday's night's quickly invaded his mind. The sight of her in that bar, miserably drunk with her friends had greatly worried him. He had hurriedly slipped his arms around her and carried his princess and then, without her realizing it or being able to control herself, she proceeded to tell him how much she had needed him and that she was madly in love with him, but it didn't matter if he didn't feel the same way, something that had pinched his heart. So he had gently stroked her hair as she buried her head in his neck, and if she had been a bit sober, she would have felt his heart that only her could touch quicken and saw his cheeks that she was so fond of caressing lightly taking a red color. Then she whispered something he hadn't heard, but he quickly realized that she had just offered him sweet words of love just by the blush on her soft cheeks. And when he had finally said that he loved her too, even more than she loved him or that he loved himself, he felt the tears run down his cheeks. He always thought that he would not feel happy again nor the happiness of loving and of feeling loved. But when his eyes landed on her who had already fallen asleep, a small chuckle escaped his mouth as he linked his fingers with hers, whispering a final "I love you" in her ears. And she had heard him. Clearly even, but scared that it was only her imagination, she didn't open her eyes for fear that what seemed to be a dream would end.
He smiled as he thought back to that night and gently stroked her cheek, waking her up.
- Good morning, he said softly, helping her get up. I made you breakfast and some medicine for your hangover.
- Thank you baby ... she replied, slipping her arms around his waist and resting her head on his shoulder.
- I know you heard me yesterday ... But in case you forgot ... He delicately placed a kiss on her forehead before slipping into her ear, whispering the words she had dreamed of hearing for so long. These words that made their two hearts beat in unison.