As far as Tuesday nights go, there isn't anything particularly special about this one. Dahyun and Momo are on the couch, silently but pleasantly existing in each other's spaces. Momo sits slumped, one leg tucked under the other, while Dahyun is snuggled up against her. Dahyun's head is resting where Momo's shoulder meets her collarbone.
Dahyun is only half paying attention to the movie playing on the TV and Momo has her earphones in, listening to a podcast. From the way Momo's breathing has slowed to a steady rhythm, Dahyun thinks she must've fallen asleep about fifteen minutes ago.
Momo's left arm rests on Dahyun, her fingers spread over her thigh. Dahyun's hand is hovering over Momo's, her fingertips brushing over warm skin. She barely makes contact, grazing over the bones and lingering across the curves of each bent knuckle, tracing the contours like she is studying them.
She eventually slides her hand underneath Momo's and lifts it off her thigh. She takes a few minutes to simply hold it, relishing how nicely they fit together. She then traces a line along Momo's thumb and down across her wrist, forming an L. She smiles to herself as she traces the rest of the word, one little letter at a time. O, V, E...
She has just finished the rounded tail of the final letter when she feels Momo shift a little. Momo lets out a content sigh and interlocks their fingers. Dahyun feels guilty that she woke the girl up, but then Momo slides her fingers down Dahyun's hand and wrist the same way she did, pads grazing the landscape of her palm, gently twisting and turning in a dance that feels as intimate as if they were between the sheets rather than fully clothed on the couch.
The next moment, Momo wordlessly guides Dahyun up into a sitting position between her bent legs, Dahyun's back facing her. She gathers Dahyun's hair and gently moves it to fall over her right shoulder, exposing her neck and the tiny wispy hairs that trail down it. She places both hands flat on Dahyun's back, the thin tank top allowing her to feel the muscles and bones, and starts massaging her with varying levels of pressure. Some presses are light and subtle, while for others she presses her thumbs into the gathered knots of swollen muscle.
Dahyun lets her head fall forward and closes her eyes, focusing on the relief she feels as her body relaxes under Momo's touch. There's always something unspoken in the way Momo touches her, no matter how subtle the gesture. She pours herself into every embrace, every kiss, every little graze of bare skin against skin, almost as if it's the first and last time.
Dahyun lets out an involuntary noise on her next exhale that is somewhere between a moan and a whimper. It isn't loud, but enough that it rattles into her chest like an echo.
Momo thinks that she accidentally pressed too hard, so she responds instantly and pulls Dahyun into her chest. Dahyun follows willingly, feeling safe and loved. Momo angles her head to slot in the crook of Dahyun's neck, placing soft, soothing kisses wherever her lips can reach. Her arms loop underneath Dahyun's, crossing them across her stomach.
Dahyun can't believe how lucky she is to be here, in this moment, on the couch, with her person, a person she cannot imagine living without anymore. She takes one of Momo's arms and makes her open her hand, placing it open in her lap like a blank page, waiting to be filled. So she does exactly that. Slowly, while pouring every ounce of adoration into the traces, she writes those four letters again.
When she's finished, she closes Momo's fingers around the invisible word and brings them to her lips, kissing each knuckle as if locking it forever. Momo brushes a strand of hair behind Dahyun's ear as she bends her head forward with a smile on her face.
"I love you too."
On second thought, it isn't a regular Tuesday night. It is quiet, but there actually is something significant about it every single time. Because they are together, in each other's arms, and in love. What could be more extraordinary than that?
Dahyun loves Momo with her silly faces and stupid jokes, with her big eyes and her loud laugh, with her silly shirts and colorful nails. Everything about her, Dahyun loves it all to bits and pieces. There's one thing, however, that Dahyun can't seem to love no matter how hard she tries.
Momo's bed. It's not Momo's fault, though. Dahyun could never put the blame on her, at least not for something as unimportant as this. Her big and incredibly soft bed is just not comfortable for Dahyun. It's way too soft for her.
So, when they go to bed after a few more minutes of cuddling, she spends half of the night tossing and turning, attempting to get comfortable without waking Momo. But as the clock shows almost morning, Dahyun decides to give up. She needs some sleep, after all.
With a frustrated huff, she carefully untangles herself from Momo and pulls the comforter back over Momo's body. Comforter, what a stupid word for a blanket, she thinks. How could it comfort her when Momo is right here, comforting her already?
Reaching for one of the extra blankets, which Momo prepared for cases like these, Dahyun lies down on the bare floor. The hardness of the floor is just how Dahyun likes it. At her own apartment, she has an extremely thin mattress that she uses, but Momo's carpet does the job.
Tucking one arm under her head, Dahyun tugs the blanket over herself and curls towards the bed. She may not be comfortable in it right now, but Momo is still up there and Dahyun still wants to be near her.
Dahyun can already feel her muscles relaxing, which doesn't really make sense considering how it's supposed to be the opposite, but this is just how she is used to sleeping. With the faint sound of Momo's breathing overhead, it isn't long before Dahyun's eyes flutter closed to a comfortable sleep.
When Momo randomly awakens a short while after, she immediately notices the empty spot next to her. For a moment, she stares at the ceiling, assuming that Dahyun has simply gone to the bathroom and will be back soon. In the silence of the room, however, it isn't long before Momo realizes that's not the case.
Her fingers skim over the now cool space and she frowns. She sits up slightly and glances at the bathroom door to see if there is any light coming from underneath it, but there isn't. Then, she hears a deep exhale followed by muffled shifting, and her frown deepens. She peeks over the edge of the bed, both unsurprised and saddened by the sight of Dahyun curled up on the floor.
The first time it happened, Momo got worried that Dahyun had rolled off the bed and she tried to convince her to climb back up. Now she knows the reason behind it, but it still breaks her heart to see Dahyun sleeping alone like that on the cold floor. This time, Dahyun actually took the blanket, something Momo had insisted after the last time.
Wrapping the comforter around her shoulders, Momo slips off the bed and joins Dahyun on the floor. She also tugs a pillow from the bed, laying it under her head before covering herself and Dahyun with the comforter, giving the girl warmth.
Dahyun lets out a hum as Momo curls up behind her. Momo tucks her head into Dahyun's nape and settles into the warmth of the comforter and her pillow. Dahyun shifts against her.
"You looked cold," Momo whispers.
"I had a blanket."
Momo huffs, only responding by wrapping her arm over Dahyun's waist and tangling their legs together.
"Yeah, okay," Dahyun mumbles sleepily. "This is better."
Momo smiles to herself, her eyes falling closed as sleep pulls at the edges of her vision. With Dahyun back in her arms, she can't keep herself from relaxing into the carpet as well.
"Goodnight, baby," Momo whispers, pressing a kiss to the girl's hairline.
Just before Dahyun falls asleep again, she decides that it doesn't matter if their days are ordinary or not, because there isn't anything better than being in Momo's warm embrace all day.
