Ari's POV 🌸
I was so tired last night that I slept by Joon's side the entire night. Usually, I wake up and toss and turn in the night worrying about life in general, but last night I slept like a baby. When I awake in the morning, I realize I'm in bed alone. I breathe in, still smelling Joon's scent on the pillowcase, causing me to smile; last night still feels like a dream. I stretch and finally sit up, peering around the room and notice a few things stacked up on the nightstand with a handwritten note.
Dearest,
I didn't want to wake you. Here are some things for you so you can freshen up. Feel free to use the en suite. I'll be in the living room when you are ready to join me. Take your time; I'm not going anywhere.
Love, Namjoon
My heart feels so full.
Who leaves a handwritten note like this when they are just in another room? This precious man does!
I can barely believe this man is real sometimes. He's left a long t-shirt for me and a brand new toothbrush; his thoughtfulness is greatly appreciated, and I can't help but smile like a fool. I use his en suite bathroom to take a hot shower, running my hand across the marbled stone wall. I can't help but imagine Joon standing in the very same shower naked every morning, and it causes my stomach to do a little flip.
While washing away the remnants of our lovemaking, I keep flashing back to the night before and just how perfect it was to experience each other so intimately. When I'm finished with my mourning routine, I pad out to the living room.
I pause as my breath is swept away. Joon is lounging in black sweatpants and a white t-shirt with a cup of coffee and a book. He's bathed in rays of sunshine streaming in from a nearby window, and I stand leaning my shoulder against the entryway, looking at him stretched across the soft fabric of the gray sofa, looking relaxed and engaged with the novel in his hands.
Imagine waking up to this sight every day...
He pushes a stylish pair of eyeglasses up the bridge of his nose, and I clear my throat, gently alerting him of my presence.
"Good morning! You found me," he smiles as he places his coffee cup on a nearby coaster.
He pats the space next to him, and I curl up into his arms with a sigh. "Thank you for leaving me such a sweet note," I share. "You're shower is incredible."
"I'm glad you enjoyed it." He hooks his finger under my chin, gently kissing me, and I melt into him.
"I enjoy you more," I whisper as he pulls me into him, nuzzling my neck and letting out a long sigh.
"Sweetheart, how about you let me roam around your kitchen and see what I can whip us up for breakfast?" I finally suggest.
"As much as the idea of you padding around my kitchen making breakfast in one of my t-shirts is a huge turn-on, I already had a delivery come while you were still sleeping," he explains and places a peck on my nose.
Grabbing my hand, he leads me to the dining room, where he has a variety of pastries laid out that he had delivered from a popular nearby patisserie. We enjoy breakfast and coffee together and talk about books we love. In the light of day, Joon shows me several pieces in his private art collection, taking his time to tell me about the artists who created them and his interpretations.
"I love seeing the pieces you've picked out, it gives me more insight into your tastes," I utter as I pier at a small sculpture that I recognize by artist, Kwon Jin Kyu and it is truly shocking to see the work up close in a private residence.

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