Art Gallery ~ minsung

28th June

Minho's POV

When I woke up, the room was darker than I remembered. I looked towards the window and noticed that the sun was just starting to rise. It must've been very early. There was also a slight smell of green tea. My head felt heavy and I had a slight bother all along my back.

Then I remembered. I looked in front of me and saw the eighth wonder of the world. He was peacefully sleeping, his pretty mouth slightly hung open as he left out soft breaths. There was a yellow dot in between the eyelashes of his left eye and crumbles of dried tears at the corner. His cheek sank into the cushion so deeply that it squeezed his sleepy eye. 

I smiled. Being in love with someone had never been so clear to me. I layed there, still, analysing every single one of his little details. We were broken and we were beautiful. The more I stared at him being so close to my face, the more I couldn't wait to yell to the world I was in love with him. 

He got me so whipped, in such a way I had never experienced before. No one got control of my thoughts this much, no one swayed me off my feet, no one made me doubt if I was doing the right thing with my life. No one got me so connected and attached. I thought for the first time that I really, really wouldn't choose anyone else over him. 

Suddenly, his eyes fluttered open. I looked down, not wanting to scare him. 

"Minho?" He muttered. His voice was so low, I had to look at him again to be sure it was him.

"Why is your voice so low?" I asked, feeling all flustered.

"Why is yours normal?" He smiled, yawning as he covered his mouth with his hand before closing his eyes and snuggling further onto the cushion, if that was even possible. I was incapable of moving, he was so breath-taking. "What time is it?"

"I have no idea." I mumbled, completely lost.

I couldn't help but erase the space between our faces for a moment. I placed a pair of kisses on his lips, unable to resist them. I could feel the smile I gave him between one and the other.

Staying at such a short distance that our noses almost touched, we slightly laughed it out. It just felt so right to wake up like this, feeling so foolishly in love with him, to the point I needed to let him know.

"We're so stupid." He giggled.

"Yes, we are." I affirmed as I kept chuckling. We indeed were stupids in love.

"By the way, you have dirt on your eyelashes."

"No, it isn't dirt, it's the leftovers of our tears."

"Yeah, sure." He stuck out his tongue at me, making me smile widely. 

Being so close, we stole yet a few pecks. My hand slipped to rest on his cheek. "I ended up staying the night." 

"I don't have a problem with that." He smiled. His breath hitting my lips made me feel as alive as ever. Nothing was so purely lively as that. 

"This is probably my favourite place in the world."

"Oh, shut up!" He rolled his eyes, a subtle grin still being left on his lips. His cheeks reddened a bit and I couldn't stop smiling.

"It's true though." 

"Should I remind you you have a girlfriend?" He mocked with a smile.

My smile faded immediately, making his do the same. His eyes filled with concern as he grabbed the hand I had laid on his cheek with his, intertwining his fingers with mine as they brushed on his skin. "Wait, I didn't- Oh God, I'm such an idiot." He pouted, looking away. I could see how much he believed in what he had just said.