As I stepped through the door of my apartment, a sense of weariness clung to me, the night's events leaving me drained and longing for the comfort of home.
Yet, as I ventured further into the dimly lit living room, a soft glow caught my eye, filling the space with a warm and inviting aura.My heart quickened with anticipation as I approached the source of the light, a mixture of excitement and curiosity stirring within me.
And then, amidst the gentle illumination, I saw him – my beloved Joon, standing there with a tender smile playing on his lips, a vision of romance and devotion."Joon?" I breathed, the sound barely more than a whisper as I took in the sight of him, his presence filling the room with an undeniable warmth.
He stepped forward, his eyes alight with affection as he held out a bouquet of red roses, their petals vibrant against the soft glow of the room. "Surprise, my love," he murmured, his voice a gentle caress that sent shivers down my spine.Tears of joy welled in my eyes as I rushed into his embrace, the scent of roses mingling with his familiar warmth. "Oh, Joon," I whispered, my heart overflowing with love and gratitude.
"You don't know how much I needed this."
He held me close, his arms a comforting embrace as he whispered words of love and reassurance.
"I wanted to be here with you so badly I accidentally hurt my ankle on tour, but being with you is the best medicine."
As Joon mentioned his injury, concern immediately flooded my thoughts. "Oh no, Joon, are you okay? Let me see," I insisted, gently guiding him to sit on the nearby couch.
He chuckled softly, his eyes warm with affection. "I'm fine, Aera. It's just a sprain, nothing serious."
But I couldn't shake off the worry gnawing at me. "Still, we should make sure it's properly taken care of," I replied, my voice tinged with concern as I knelt down to inspect his ankle.
Joon's laughter filled the room as I showered his ankle with gentle kisses, the love and tenderness evident in each caress. "Aera, you don't have to worry so much. I'm in good hands now that I'm home with you."
I smiled up at him, my heart swelling with love for this man who meant everything to me. "I just want to take care of you, Joon. You mean the world to me."
***
As we lay together in the soft glow of the bedside lamp, a playful glint danced in Joon's eyes, sparking a mischievous grin on his lips.
"You know, Aera," he began, his voice tinged with playful teasing, "I think you might have a secret talent for healing. My ankle already feels better just from your kisses."
I laughed, swatting playfully at his arm. "Oh please, Joon. I think you're just trying to get more kisses out of me."
He chuckled, pulling me closer until our noses were almost touching. "And what if I am?" he countered, his voice low and husky with desire. "Is that such a bad thing?"
I feigned exasperation, rolling my eyes playfully. "Oh, you're insufferable, Joon. But I suppose I can indulge you just this once."
With a mischievous twinkle in his eye, he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against mine in a teasingly gentle kiss. "Mmm, you always know just how to make me feel better," he murmured, his breath warm against my skin.
I grinned, unable to resist the infectious joy radiating from him. "Well, it's a good thing I have plenty more kisses where that came from."
As our playful banter continued, Joon's hands darted out to tickle me, causing me to squirm and giggle uncontrollably. But as his fingers danced across my sides, a sudden wave of nausea washed over me, cutting through the laughter with alarming intensity.
