The early morning sun slowly rose up in the horizon. As warm rays penetrate through the curtains, the shadows melted away and the colours came alive, casting a soft glow over the duo's bare bodies underneath the thick duvet; a sense of innocence and sensuality as the golden hour's light delicately danced across their skin.
You opened her eyes as the light of day filled the room, seeing the sunlight streaming through the curtains and feeling the heat of the morning's rays on your skin. As you slowly became aware of your surroundings, the first thing you sensed was the warmth of your boyfriend's body, his arms still wrapped around you. Smiling to yourself, you turned around and gently kissed his cheeks before stretching slightly. The light soreness was still there, a reminder of the night's passion.
Replacing yourself with a pillow, you got up from the bed and walked into the shower with a slight grin on your lips, the sensations of the night still lingering on your body as you got inside the shower. As the warm water ran down your body, you fondly thought of how it all started, the build-up of the craving for each other, the sheer sweetness of the lovemaking, and how much you desired to relive that passionate connection again and again.
Jeongin woke up, his arms wrapped around the comfortable pillow, feeling a bit confused and disoriented. As the realisation washed over him, his senses started to pick up and he heard the gentle sound of water running in the shower. He sat up and draped the blanket over his lower body as a small smile bloomed on his lips, delighted to know that last night was still a reality but also longing to hold you in his arms.
As you stepped out of the bathroom, his eyes instantly fell upon you. Your bathrobe hung loosely over your figure as it unintentionally exposed your damp skin. Your hair wet and slicked back with tiny specks of water dotted upon your face. The light bouncing off your wet skin giving you a faint glow. The image of you was so beautiful that he felt a rush of butterflies in his stomach.
You caught his gaze and smiled innocently, sending his heart racing. "You're awake."
To say he was smitten would be understatement. It was a damn trance-like state. As you walked towards him in your most natural state, he felt like time had slowed down. The smell of your shower gel filling his nostrils when you reached near the bed. You leaned forward, gently kissing his lips with the softest of pecks, making him feel fuzzy all over. He could not help the flow of blood to his cheeks and the bolt of dopamine that flooded his mind.
"Good morning," You pulled away, maintaining the bright and warm smile that you had before as you walked towards the dressing table. You giggled, enjoying the small reaction you had provoked in him as he sat on the edge of the bed with a blush still adorning his cheeks, which only served to fuel his embarrassment. He felt a surge of emotions going through his body and the contrast of it was a confusing yet pleasant one, and it took a moment for him to compose himself once again.
His eyes were still glued to you as you sat down on the dressing table and proceeded to blow dry your hair. He felt a rush of admiration as he watched the smooth and fluid motion of your task. Every movement you made was like a delicate dance as the warm air from the blow dryer flowed through your hair, creating the gentle bounce of light curls. He was transfixed by the mere sight of you, and your mundane task became a source of fascination. He felt his breath catching for the nth time since waking up. "How are you real?" He mumbled to himself.
Jeongin continued to sit and watch you with his thoughts as his mind played out a myriad of scenarios. You were right there, so beautiful, and he wanted you for himself. He wanted to have this feeling every day, to be able to wake up and see you, feel you. The mere sight of you brought mixed emotions upon him - affection, joy, desire, and longing. He kept watching you, his thoughts drifting further with you by his side, with this beautiful feeling every day.
.
