summary: sunlight wakes you. you try to rouse seokmin, who insists it's all a dream. reassuring him, you promise to ground him in reality. with intertwined pinkies, you face the day together, making every moment count.
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sunlight filtered through curtains — casting a warm invitation upon familiar surroundings. the subtle hum of daily life began, echoing in the walls as you stirred awake.
rising from the bed, you sit and stretch, a sleepy yawn escaping your lips. the mattress gives a soft creak, a subtle soundtrack to your morning awakening in the serene room.
you grab your phone from the nightstand, check the time, seeing that you're running a bit behind schedule.
glancing beside you, you notice seokmin still deep in slumber. a fond smile graces your lips as you gently attempt to rouse him from his peaceful dreams.
softly calling his name, you reach out and brush a strand of hair from his face. he slightly stirs — a stubble pout forming on his lips as he hums and whines, turning away from you, taking the duvet over his head.
the room is filled with a playful morning dance, as you persist with gentle laughter, attempting to coax your boyfriend out of his dream-filled slumber.
"get up, get up," you insist, tugging the duvet away from him, "we have a lot to do today,"
"is it friday yet?"
"thursday,"
he whines again, pulling the blanket over him again, "nothing's real. its all just a dream. . .and its saturday"
you chuckle at his sleepy antics, determined to make him face the day. gently, you lean in and press a soft kiss on his forehead, whispering, "well, if it's a dream, let's make it a good one."
"hmm you're right," seokmin turns to you, grasping your wrist as he pulls you to lay beside him — putting his arm over you, pulling you closer.
"seokmin?"
"shuddap. let me dream,"
you cup his cheek, thumb grazing under his eye. "come on, sleepyhead, the day awaits," you tease, trying to wriggle out of his grasp. but seokmin only tightens his hold, refusing to let you go.
"can't we just stay in this dream a little longer?" he mumbles, his voice laced with a mix of drowsiness and affection.
you call his name again. and again. and again.
it's when you realize that he's a bit serious about it all being a dream.
"seokmin. . .youre not dreaming,"
"shuddap," he says, his eyes still closed "if its not a dream, then you would've left me to do your studies. if its not a dream then you wouldn't have woken up with me. if it not a dream...then you wouldnt have been beside me, letting me hold you like this,"
"seokmin, this is real. i'm here with you," you say softly, tracing circles on his hand that still holds onto you.
his grip loosens, and he slowly opens his eyes, meeting yours with a mix of vulnerability and love. "i sometimes worry i'll wake up and find it was all too good to be true," he admits, his gaze searching for reassurance in your eyes.
"well, let me assure you, seokmin, this is as real as it gets. our moments together, the laughter, the sleepy mornings — they're not a dream, but a beautiful reality we're creating."
seokmin's uncertainty starts to fade, replaced by a growing sense of trust. "promise me," he whispers, "that even if i wake up one day and doubt this reality, you'll remind me that we're living our dream."
you smile, intertwining your pinky with his. "i promise, seokmin. i'll be here, grounding you in our shared reality, no matter what. now, let's face this day together, whether it's thursday or saturday or any other day, making every moment count."
