Ace of Hearts

The Beauty of Happiness

Namjoo hardly looked at him when they withdrew. Out of breath. Kind of yearning for a little more. Her lips glistened. She was flushing so hard. In case she ran away he pulled her into his chest, squeezing her in his arms right against his pulsating heart.

Listen to his heart. Hear every lovely thing he wanted to tell her.

Sehun was one for Namjoo.

Only.

Pushing back but not enough that she escaped from his arms, Namjoo's lids fluttered. "I...I'm going to shower!"

Twisting away she raced up the stairs. Sehun watched her disappear before laughing joyously.

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Namjoo stared at the wall. Anxious about this giddiness inside her chest. Couldn't exactly pinpoint why or how. But it'd been done and she could still taste Sehun.

Gulping, she curled the blanket into an uneasy fist. In bed. On her side. Waiting for Sehun to finish washing up.

Ok, so now that she'd kissed him, how was she supposed to face him?

She was so embarrassed! Knowing this was just what he'd been waiting for! And she'd caved!

Now what?!

Namjoo nibbled her lower lip when the door clicked open. Lights went out and she felt Sehun's weight climb onto the bed. Her unsteady heart raced. Her nerves sizzled. Tensing a little. Imagining the laser rays of his stare on her back. Hoping. Waiting. Being patient.

Magnetically pulling her toward him.

It thudded. Her heart pitter-pattering.

Dying from the need to satisfy her hunger she flipped around to see just what she had imagined. Sehun on his side staring at her back, now her. Through the almost dark she saw the smile climbing onto his handsome face, fulfilling his beautiful features.

Can I hug you; she could almost hear him asking?

Crossing the invisible line she'd drawn between them, Namjoo snuggled into the warmth of his chest. Tasting the security there as she drew an arm around him. Though she'd never seen him workout but watch his workout videos, his back felt toned and strong. She tried not to think too far into the muscles there or the strength of his body.

Touching...feeling...

She smelled his shirt, the musky scent of his after-wash. Thought about the stupid smile on his face as he hugged her. This the moment he'd waited for and she'd fallen prisoner tonight.

Namjoo didn't want to admit. His love was fresh. So nice. But she couldn't stop thinking about the future and consequences.

"Does it hurt?"

"Of course, it does."

"Thanks, for coming with me."

Namjoo blinked feeling her eyelids brush against the fabric of his shirt. Soft...nice... Sehun was so sturdy. She was really letting him hold her.

She was hugging him.

"Yea...you're welcome." She quietly said.

The quiet of the night hummed in. His heart was beating fast. The validation that he was overly happy. Once more Namjoo sunk into a boat of embarrassment that he was so serious about her.

How could he?

Why was he?

What was it about her that was so special to him?

Soaking in the peace she spent the night listening to his heart pump. In the morning she had shifted back to her side of the bed, sleeping on her own, no longer wrapped in Sehun's arms. Namjoo budged drowsily when something poked her head. Then again. She flailed a hand at the annoyance tiredly.