Soft music echoes in the living through the speakers as you scribble random shapes and objects in your sketchbook. Some of the pages were decorated with flowers and colorful landscape while others held sketches of horrid creatures from your dreamland.
Your ears register the front door opened as someone walks in, heading towards the couch you were seated on. They flop down beside you, their apple scent greeting your nostrils. You finally register their face, tearing your eyes away from the sketchbook.
"Min-a! You're back?" Your whisper, your soul being bored to death.
"Shouldn't you be sleeping?" You barely hear his words as he yanks away your sketchbook, placing it on the tea table. "I know you have trouble sleeping but drawing those demons won't make things better." His arms slide around waist before he picks you up and seats you on his lap.
You rest your head on his shoulder, inhaling his perfume as it calms down your muscles. The black ink pen still rests between your fingers as they find a canvas to paint black.
"Min-a." He hums when you call him. His fingers graze through your hair, getting entangled in a few locks. You tear away his arm from your hair and place it on your lap. "Can I draw on your arm?" You yearn for his approval, eyes twinkling as you stare into his calm brown orbs.
"You can, but none of those creatures ." You nod excitedly at his answer and proceed to trace a few lines on his arms. His other arm rests on your waist as if he's holding onto you for his dear life.
"Are those butterflies?" He curious stares at your doodle on his arm. "It looks so real." He smiles brightly at the butterfly then places a little kiss on your forehead. Your cheeks heat up at the sudden action as your movement hault for a minute. "Is my love sleepy?" You nod,burning your face in his neck. He holds you closer to his chest, resting his chin on your head as you peacefully drift off to wonderland.
Mingi remembers how you mention feeling safe in his embrace, as if he protects you from every harm in this world and creatures that haunt your dreamland. He stares at his arm inked with flowers and butterflies in black. As if they were tattooed on his skin.
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