Epitome of Her

Pottery and Problems

Hanni POV

I could feel a heavy weight around my waist as I slowly fluttered my eyes open.

His arms slid up inside my robe from last night, his warm hands placed on my back as his body lay right up next to mine. My brain slowly trying to process what had happened last night.

Ahh... That's right.

I shifted my head up towards him catching his sleeping face that looked so adorable. His small breaths breathing in and out softly with his hair that had all different strands ruffled in different directions. I couldn't help but smile knowing that we were here together, spending our 1st anniversary in Milan.

I felt him stir in his sleep followed by a low mumble erupting from his throat.

"Mmmph... Hanni..."

I couldn't help but let out a small giggle knowing that he was probably dreaming about me right now.

I could feel his arms tighten as he pulled me closer into him. I slowly placed my hand on his cheek, wanting to wake him up in the gentlest way possible.

"Oppa..." I whispered.

There was no response.

"Oppa... Wake up~" I called again as I smoothed my hand over his face down to the side of his neck.

"Mmmm...." He groaned softly.

"Babe it's time to wake up," I repeated softly, leaning up to his face.

"H-Hanni...?" He uttered as his eyes began blinking open whilst his body began stretching out.

"Good morning oppa~" I hummed placing a soft kiss on his lips that instantly turned into a smile.

"If only I could get woken up like this every day for the rest of my life..." He grinned as his hands found its way back to caressing my back, sending small warm bursts of electric currents into my body.

"Happy 1 year anniversary oppa," I smiled, leaning onto his body like it was my pillow.

"Happy 1 year babe, let's turn that into 10 and then 100," he smiled.

"Ready for the day ahead?" He asked.

"Let's go get ready and order room service for breakfast," I said as we quickly went and fixed ourselves up.

We had told our two closest managers that we were spending time together today. We both had told our most trusted staff since they were with us for majority of the time and it made it a bit easier for them knowing than trying to sneak behind their backs. And plus, they were both fine with it just as long as we don't get caught.

Mark oppa had a car to drive us to the destination, which I had no idea he could even drive in this country let alone have a car?! He said that he had driven a few times in Europe before when on tour so that made it more creditable.

We soon arrived and Mark led me into an interesting looking building that consisted of 4 floors.

"I try and come here every time I'm here in Milan, it's one of my favourite places." He said as he pulled my hand into the 3rd floor.

"I know you've been into making clay figures and painting them so I thought I should take you to do some pottery." He smiled, carefully observing my reaction as I stepped inside the room.

"OH MY GOD OPPA!! I HAVE ALWAYS WANTED TO TRY POTTERY!!" I squealed in excitement. I never had the chance to because most of the places in Korea were for group classes, I couldn't find any private ones.