Light snores, heaving chests, and entangled limbs.
Donghyuck is the first to wake up when he feels a heavy weight on his chest, which prompts him to look down and see Saeryeon's head resting on it. Her arm is draped over his torso while his wraps around her waist. The position they are in looks so homey, so domestic. He wants this everyday: to wake up to her, for her to be the first he sees in the morning and the last he sees at night. Is that too much to ask?
His eyes rake over her sleeping, sun-kissed face as a smile spreads across his own and he brings his hand up to move the strands of hair that cover her eyes aside ever so gently to not wake her up as she is a light sleeper. This isn't the first time he woke up beside her, but each time he does always feels like the first. With her, everything feels so new even when he's done it multiple times before. She is something he is never going to get tired of.
As he continues to fondly gaze down at her, his eyes travel to her lips, and he can't help but think back to the previous night where she had leaned in to (presumably) initiate a kiss, but he didn't do anything. He was just as still as a statue while she waited for nothing. Regret washes over him and he wishes he had been brave last night like she was. It makes him wonder though.
Why would she want to kiss me?
Igniting in him is a spark of hope that she possibly feels the same way towards him. But his pessimistic side gets the best of him and all hope that was built up goes crumbling down as fast as it came. It couldn't have been a figment of his imagination though. She really leaned in, so close that he could feel her hot breath fanning his mouth that sent tingles down his spine. He couldn't have been mistaken that she wanted to kiss him.
"Sunshine?"
He averts his eyes from the ceiling and back to her when he hears her softly utter the nickname he still isn't used to hearing roll off her tongue so casually like it is meant to. She peers up at him with droopy eyes and his heart skips a beat like it did so many times the previous night.
"Good morning, Yeon." He murmurs as she nuzzles her face in his neck. Unbeknownst to her, that action makes his insides feel all mushy.
"What time is it?" She asks, her voice muffled but coherent.
He glances at the clock on his nightstand and his eyes widen, "Fuck, it's half past eleven. We're so late."
"Let's just not attend any classes today." She mumbles sleepily, pulling him back down before he can fully get up.
"But─"
"Hush," she puts her forefinger against his lips to shut him up. "Be a bad student for once before we graduate. A day of absence won't hurt nobody."
He huffs in defeat, "Fine."
They spend the next hour just lying drowsily in utter silence before his stomach grumbles and hers soon follows. Mark is in his pajamas, playing guitar on the couch, when they step out of the room. He informs them he doesn't have any classes and Saeryeon tells him in response they are gonna skip theirs. The two decide to eat the leftover Chinese takeout from last night as Mark continues to strum the guitar strings mindlessly.
"You eat first, I need to pee." She tells him as she rises to her feet and heads to the bathroom.
"Did anything happen last night?" Mark turns around to ask Donghyuck once she is out of earshot, a ghost of a smirk on his lips.
"We, uh, almost kissed," Donghyuck says, his ears turning as red as the chili sauce he just dipped his dumpling in. "I didn't have the courage to connect our lips when she leaned in."
