❝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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Donghyuck felt safe—safer than he ever had. Nestled in Gayoon's embrace, her warmth wrapped around him like a shield from all his fears. He slept soundly, letting himself drift into the comfort of her homely scent and the gentle way her fingers combed through his hair.
The couch beneath them wasn't ideal, but Gayoon bore it with care, trying not to disturb his much-needed rest. When his head, tilted on her shoulder, began to shift uncomfortably, she delicately adjusted his position, guiding him down until his head rested on her lap.
It stirred him briefly, his lashes fluttering as if to protest, but Gayoon hushed him softly, her fingers returning to his hair, coaxing him back to sleep. He settled almost instantly, his arm circling her waist with a gentle possessiveness that spoke louder than words.
Gayoon had come to understand this habit of his over the months they'd spent together. In sleep, Donghyuck held on to her as if afraid she might slip away. To an outsider, it might seem sweet—a romantic gesture—but Gayoon saw through to the deeper layers. This was more than love; it was his fear, his plea for stability, and his way of ensuring she would stay.
A sigh escaped her lips, her heart heavy with curiosity and worry. She wanted to ask, to understand what haunted him so deeply. But she didn't want to push, not yet. She knew that when he was ready, he'd tell her.
It had been their first exchange of the words I love you.
The moment was raw, unexpected, and far from the grand scenarios she might have imagined. But it was real, unpolished and sincere, and that made it perfect in its own way.
Those three words carried weight, but they also brought her immense relief.
Donghyuck loves her. Her soulmate loves her.
And most importantly—he'll stay.
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Gayoon's morning was a whirlwind of confusion and relief. Waking in an unfamiliar position, she blinked at the beige ceiling above her, her mind racing. The warmth and weight that had been on her lap the night before were gone.
Her eyes darted around, only to land on an empty couch. Panic set in momentarily, snapping her upright, until a familiar voice pulled her out of her thoughts.
"Oh, you're up."
Her gaze shot toward the kitchenette, where Donghyuck stood with a casual smile, a pan in one hand and a spatula in the other.
"I made breakfast," he announced as if nothing had happened, his tone light.
Relief flooded through her, and she exhaled shakily. "Hyuck..."
