❝And I can see the sirens on his eyes, the poison on his lips, the burns of his touches, and yet I embraced him like a saint, ignoring how his fire is engulfing me❞
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The room was dim, the glow of the bedside lamp casting soft halos around them. Gayoon nestled closer to Donghyuck, the steady rhythm of his breathing syncing with hers. His arm rested securely around her, and their bodies fit together like they were carved from the same mold.
Donghyuck hadn't changed much—just swapped his jeans for a pair of joggers Gayoon had lent him. The faint scent of his cologne still clung to his shirt, mingling with the warmth radiating from both of them.
It was quiet, almost surreal. For Gayoon, this was the safest she'd ever felt. And for Donghyuck, it was the first time he felt like he belonged somewhere, or more accurately, with someone.
"Are you asleep?" Gayoon whispered, her voice soft and hesitant.
"No," Donghyuck mumbled, his voice gravelly from exhaustion. "Why?"
"Nothing," she said, brushing it off as she closed her eyes again.
Donghyuck turned his head slightly, his gaze falling on her peaceful face.
"Are you comfortable?" he asked, his voice barely above a murmur.
She nodded, her breathing growing slow and shallow. As sleep overtook her, Donghyuck continued to lightly pat her arm, the gesture tender and unpracticed but instinctive.
This—being here, holding her—it was so unfamiliar. And yet, it felt strangely right.
Just months ago, the idea of meeting his soulmate had been a source of dread. He'd have preferred drowning himself in shots at a bar, waking up hungover and pleading with fate to stay away. But now, she was here. In his arms.
What an irony.
Donghyuck sighed softly and let his eyes close, surrendering to the tranquility of the moment.
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The first thing Gayoon felt upon waking was a soft, feathery touch on her nose. She scrunched it instinctively, trying to stay in the cocoon of warmth under the blanket.
A low chuckle broke the silence, pulling her further from sleep.
"Hey, I should go," a familiar voice whispered near her ear.
Gayoon groaned, her reply barely audible.
"I hope you don't mind—I used your kitchen," Donghyuck added.
Her eyes fluttered open slowly, the blurry outline of his face sharpening as she adjusted to the light.
