(P.O.V - My Idol boyfriend)
The soft glow of the morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a warm, golden hue across the room. The air was filled with a gentle breeze that carried the scent of fresh flowers. YN slowly stirred awake, her senses gradually returning as she became aware of the tranquility that enveloped the room.
As YN opened her eyes, she found herself in a cozy haven of serenity. The room was adorned with subtle shades of pastel, creating an atmosphere of calmness. The light drapes billowed gently, dancing to the rhythm of the morning breeze. The quiet murmur of distant birdsong added to the soothing symphony of the dawn.
Feeling the warmth of the soft bed beneath her, YN smiled, ready to embrace the day. However, as she began to sit up, she felt a comforting weight around her waist. Surprised, YN glanced down to find an arm wrapped securely around her, holding her close.
The touch was familiar, and turning her head, only to find Jung Hoseok, her boyfriend, still lost in the realms of sleep.
His tousled hair framed his peaceful face, and a content smile played on his lips. YN couldn't help but smile at the sight. She marveled at the warmth radiating from his embrace, the rise and fall of his chest syncing with the steady beat of his heart.
Carefully, YN tried to disentangle herself from Hoseok's grasp, but he unconsciously pulled her closer, holding her even tighter. Chuckling softly, YN surrendered to the warmth of the moment. She lay back down, resting her head against his chest, listening to the rhythmic thud of his heart.
In that quiet moment, the world outside their cocooned space ceased to exist. The morning sun continued its ascent, casting a gentle glow around the room. YN traced random patterns on Hoseok's chest with her fingertips, savoring the tranquility of the morning.
As Hoseok stirred, his eyes fluttered open, and a lazy smile spread across his face. "Good morning, beautiful," he murmured, his voice husky with sleep.
"Good morning," YN replied, her heart fluttering at the affection in his gaze.
Hoseok pressed a tender kiss to her forehead, and YN couldn't help but feel grateful for the simple yet profound moments they shared.
"When did you come back, Hobi?" YN asked, her voice a mix of curiosity and concern.
Hoseok, still half-asleep, blinked a few times before fully registering YN's question. His arm tightening around her as he shifted to face her. "I got back around 3 am. Used the spare key to let myself in."
"3 am?" YN's eyes widened, and she gently extricated herself from his embrace to sit up, looking at him with a mixture of surprise and mild reproach. "Where were you? Is everything okay?"
Hoseok yawned, rubbing his eyes. "Yeah, everything's fine. We had a late-night recording session. You know how it is in the industry. It just ran longer than expected."
YN sighed, concern softening her features. "You should have at least texted. I was worried."
Hoseok ran a hand through his disheveled hair, a sheepish smile playing on his lips. "I know, babe. I'm sorry. The session was intense, and I lost track of time. I didn't want to wake you up."
She softened at his apology, reaching out to run her fingers through his hair. "Just promise me you'll keep me in the loop, okay? Communication is key."
Hoseok nodded, his eyes reflecting gratitude. "I promise. I'll make it up to you, alright?"
YN chuckled, leaning in to give him a gentle kiss. "You better. Now, get some rest. You must be exhausted."
