𝕃𝕆$𝔼ℝ =𝕃𝕆♡𝔼ℝ 《ℂ𝕙𝕠𝕚 𝔹𝕖𝕠𝕞𝕘𝕪𝕦》

Birthday Present

Park Yuna🎨

I wake up to my bedroom door slamming opening, followed by a loud screech of my name, my covers thrown off of me, and a bone crushing hug as I feel my breath lodged in my throat.

"Fucking hell, oppa," I choke out. "Would you let me go?" I slap his shoulders weakly.

"No, not yet. Let me just stay here a little longer." His arms somehow tighten around me, if that was even possible.

"God, you keep this up, and my birthday will also turn into my death day. You wanna celebrate your little sister's birth or death?"

He pulls away for a second, pulling my cheeks. "Oh, you're so adorable," he cooes, pulling me back into him as I let out a stiff grunt in protest.

"Lord, have mercy on this poor soul," I mutter, my arms falling to my sides.

"Ew, your breath stinks!" He pulls away, gagging.

"Yeah, obviously, I just woke up. Thanks to someone," I grumble.

"Happy birthday, Yuna!" he screams, leaping atop me again. I grunt at the impact, falling back.

🎨🎨🎨🎨🎨

After breakfast, my brother and Beomgyu begin decorating the house for a little party, even though I fought against it. Beomgyu was very set on making sure this party happened. They didn't let me out my room for hours, wanting it to be a surprise. Of course, I didn't mind. I took my time getting ready. After an hour long shower, I get ready, looking at myself in my full body mirror, dressed in a white floral summer dress. I grab the earrings my brother gifted me, putting them on when I hear a knock sound on my door. "Come in," I call, securing my earring in. 

I watch Beomgyu walk in, almost timidly, through the mirror, his steps slow and jittery. I turn to face him, smiling widely. "Pretty?" I ask, twirling.

"Very," he mumbles, eyes on me.

"What's up?" I ask, turning back to the mirror, applying a bit of blush on my cheeks.

"Oh, uh, nothing, I just- I wanted to give you your gift." He shifts on his feet, his eyes on the ground. His hands are behind his back.

I smile almost shyly. 

"You're not gonna say 'Oh, you didn't have to,' are you?" he jokes, watching me.

"Do you even know me? So, tell me. What is it?" I ask, lightly bouncing on the soles of my feet in excitement.

He says nothing, getting on his knees before me.

"Beomgyu, what are you-!"

He cuts me off, touching my ankle softly. His hands find the straps of my heels, tightening them around my ankle. He fixes the little bow of my heel, straightening it. He looks up at me, smiling gently. I feel my cheeks flush, my eyes widening slightly. He stands up straight, eyes on me, lips still smiling.

His smile. It's the prettiest thing I've ever seen. His little dimple adorning his soft cheek. 

"Beautiful." 

His voice speaks out the one word in my head.

"You're so beautiful," he repeats.

I reach forward, poking his dimple gently. He smiles even wider, eyes crinkling. I smile back, my heart fluttering in my chest.

This feeling. I love it. This warmth I feel in my veins. My heart beats fast, thudding. My heart swells. This is different. This isn't something I've felt. I feel secure. I feel safe. I feel adored.