Mister Sunshine

Special Chapter: Waking Up With You

As he gradually wakes up, he senses a foggy feeling after spending a late night rehearsing at the local community center. His tired eyes sting, parched and irritated from gazing into the intense stage lights for hours. His entire being yearns for coffee, desiring the richest, most caffeinated and sugary brew possible to kickstart his brain back into action. However, there's a hitch in his plan - the arm draped over his waist.

As he lies there, he senses the soft and steady breaths of Tin against his back. When he gathers the courage to open his eyes, he notices that the sun has illuminated the world outside the curtains, but it's still early enough in the morning. It's too soon to be awake after a late night, yet it's already past the time for his usual 8am coffee ritual.

Gently attempting to lift Tin's hand, he is surprised when his husband instinctively clings to it, emitting a soft hum. Although he briefly wonders if Tin has awakened, the gentle snuffling sounds with each breath assure him that his partner is still fast asleep. Engaging in an internal battle between his craving for coffee and the effort it would take to get up, he ultimately decides that the desire for a cup of joe is too strong to resist. Besides, he knows that when Tin eventually wakes up, they both will appreciate the coffee being prepared.

With a newfound resolve, Can skillfully slipped away from Tin's embrace. He moved cautiously, fully aware that disturbing Tin prematurely might result in a grumpy response from the sleepy brunette. Can couldn't help being a morning person, unlike Tin, but he didn't hold it against him.

"Where you going?"

The gentle haze of drowsiness blankets him, causing a faint grin to grace his lips. His gaze lingers, delicately tracing the constellation of freckles adorning Tin's face and the delicate fan of eyelashes resting upon his peaceful eyes.

"Ah, coffee," he utters, as if it holds the key to all understanding. And perhaps, in their world, it truly does. Coffee is their lifeline, their fuel for the day. Without a warm mug in their hands, they both stumble through life, barely functioning.

But Tin, on the other hand, seems to resist the allure of coffee. His nose scrunches up in distaste as he blindly reaches out for Can's wrist, pleading for him to stay. Tin's eyes slowly flutter open, revealing a mesmerizing shade of hazy green that never fails to captivate Can. The sight of Tin waking up will always be one of Can's cherished moments.

"But coffee," he protests which leads to an amused hush of laughter from Tin and his hand tugs Can down to the bed again.

Tin leans in closer, his leg entwining with Can's as he lifts himself up. "Do you really need help waking up?" he teases. "Or is there something else I can do to assist you?"

Can pouts, his heart racing in his chest as Tin throws off the sheets and positions himself comfortably on top of him. "You may not be coffee," he murmurs, gently caressing Tin's thighs, "but you're definitely the perfect way to start my day."

Tin chuckles, the sound reverberating from deep within him as his fingers dance lightly over Can's stomach, tracing the outline of his hips and the gentle curve of his abdomen. "And your point is?"

Can simply shrugs, realizing he can't quite remember what his original point was supposed to be. With Tin's ability to wake up so swiftly, Can finds himself quickly losing track of his thoughts, especially when Tin's touch is so distracting.

Tin's fingers grasp his waist firmly, catching him off guard with their roughness and determination. Can can't help but giggle and squirm, attempting to push Tin away and throw him off balance. After what feels like an eternity, Tin finally releases him, but not before pinning Can's wrists above his head.

"Feeling more alive now?" Tin asks with a grin that sends shivers down Can's spine. He realizes this might just be the beginning of an adventure he should have avoided at all costs.