Everything seems surreal to you, yet you are in his arms, loosely bound over your lithe frame. His heartbeat steady and you can hear it clearly since you had your head pressed onto his firm chest. Light rays are creeping into the room through the drapes and you squirm out of his grasp to admire his defined face.
You trace your fingers so faintly over his cheek, feeling the softness in your fingertips and an arm drags you close. You are then again pressed to his chest, and with his rough morning voice, Sungchan whispers, ❝Good Morning, angel❞
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