Bodyguard | Heesun

15

Lucky.

Heeseung finds himself to be the luckiest man alive—and somehow, that seems to be a shared feeling between those who are seeing the world through the eyes of a man besotted by another. When love comes into one's life, fairly new, innocent, and pure, it feels like nothing could break this happiness. That nothing could ever go wrong.

Even the birds chirping in the morning sound like they're singsonging for Heeseung and the love he's experiencing. It sounds like they want to take a peek, too, curious about that new feeling that has developed between them.

The morning sunlight peeks through the blinds and warms Heeseung's skin. He wakes up first, his body wrapped around Sunoo's, their legs tangled, and his fingers already lost in Sunoo's curly hair. He hums drowsily, moving his head just a bit to hide his face into the crook of Sunoo's neck, and nose at his skin, there. Ever so gently. Lovingly.

The blanket is rolled down at their feet, the night too hot to be hidden under it when their bodies seem to be enough to keep each other warm.

Heeseung's free hand comes down Sunoo's back, gently caressing him through the pajamas he's wearing. He almost forgot that they changed before bed; Sunoo into his casual and adorable bear pajamas, while Heeseung ever so sweetly asked if it was fine to sleep with only shorts on. And it isn't because he was expecting anything to happen—he would never initiate anything that Sunoo wouldn't want, either, and they both know it—but rather that he's used to sleeping completely naked. And that is why he finds his bare chest pressed against the warm fabric of Sunoo's top, feeling the calm breathing of the latter.

Last night wasn't just a lovely dream made out of his crazy imagination.

"'morning," Heeseung mumbles when he hears the soft groan slipping past Sunoo's lips, telling him that he's waking up, too. His fingers keep caressing Sunoo's back, in slow and soothing circles while he presses gentle kisses against Sunoo's neck, up to his jaw. Slowly. Softly.

"Can I kiss my sleepy baby?" And his voice is still drowsy when he asks that, his eyelids fluttering open to meet Sunoo's dazed eyes. Somehow, although he wants to lean in and kiss those lips without thinking twice, he also doesn't know if it is fine in the morning—when Sunoo is still dazed, and sleepy. When he isn't thinking a hundred percent straight.

And while he waits for Sunoo to pull himself out of Morpheus' arms, Heeseung stares at him, with the eyes of a man that has fallen too deeply, too intensely. He silently counts out the same moles he's drawn, the same moles he has been desperately wanting to kiss—and he leans in for it. Gentle, when he presses his lips under Sunoo's eye, on the tip of his nose, under his lips. Careful in the way he moves, and in the way he asks again, silently this time, the permission to kiss him good morning.

But instead of responding with words, Sunoo simply turns around to properly face him and nods, brushing their noses together before he finds Heeseung's lips again and hums against them.

Smiling against his lips, Heeseung kisses him gently, slowly, before he opens his eyes to meet Sunoo's. "You can take a shower while I prepare breakfast for us," he suggests, softly playing with Sunoo's curls. He can't help the amused, faint chuckle that escapes him when he hears another hum from Sunoo. The morning seems to be difficult for both of them. Although, in each other's arms, it isn't so surprising that their only desire is to stay in the other's embrace for a few more. "How does that sound?"

"Lovely," Sunoo finally speaks, his voice even lower and raspier in the early hours of the day. It sends shivers down Heeseung's spine.

"In a bit, though," and he hides his face in the crook of Heeseung's neck, hugging him once more. Their legs tangling together again, he feels Sunoo's breathing against his skin.