End of beginning?[Hwang Hyunjin]

Serenading Her Heart.

Hyunjin's POV
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The light morning sun shone through the window, making my eyes flicker open. I don't know I how ended up inside the crook of her neck but well...I'm not complaining.  I had my arms wrapped around her tightly, as she provided me a pillow with her hand around my neck. I could smell her soft, natural body scent that makes me lightheaded every time I do. I wish this could last forever. Every situation, every moment with her feels like paradise.
Can someone look this pretty in the morning?
She was still long asleep, soundly sleeping, not much signs of waking up as I laid admiring her side profile. I can never let go of any opportunity to do that. She's a muse. She had short hair back then, and was also short, cute and a little chubby. She didn't carry the aura she carries now. But this new beginning of hers didn't lead to change in my feelings for her. Literally a piece of art, made for the museum, though I'd not approve other people taking her pictures. I'm still skeptical on the fact how she accepted me, I never knew, could never catch a glimpse of her view towards me. When did she started liking me? Did she also suffer those two years away like me? Is that one of the reasons she decided to forgive me. . .? Then I shouldn't take it for granted.
I remember how she sometimes blushed at my statements and gestures but I wasn't sure if it was due to liking. I certainly am sure about myself though. I loved her ever since that one time at the beach, the look on her face back then, same as how she looks right now. The sunlight shining on her face, her tranquil expression as she had her head on top of mine. She was fourteen then, now eighteen, but still carries that glimmer on her face.

A Goddess.

Love is such a powerful force. Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage. We are most alive when we are in love. The only thing we never get enough of is love; and the only thing we never give enough of is love. However, this is when I've felt the most loved than I've ever did in my life.

She nudged in her sleep as I closed my eyes. She yawned then I felt her gazing down at me in her arms and heard a sleepy giggle. I felt her fingers through my hair, caressing it softly and smoothly as it felt so endearing. Then she hugged me tightly as my smile instantly spread across on her skin. My arms immediately tightened the grip on her waist, head buried in her chest. God, this bare minimum drives me mad, making me fall more and more. At this rate, I guarantee even at sixty I'll still be falling for her harder and harder. I'm so glad I achieved her first, luckiest man alive at the moment. I don't care who ever her first love was.

I want to be her last.

After a few minutes, I felt her grip loosening, as she scooted out her arms. No, not this early!

"No, don't go." I heard my own voice, sleepy, desperate and a bit depressingly gentle as I nuzzled closer, my hair probably tickling her chin and neck.

"You're awake?" I heard her ask, in low, sleepy voice.

"Just woke up, as I felt someone trying to break free." I said, making her chuckle. I could hear that all day long.

"It's eight. I have to go back to my room~" She said, hugging my neck once again.

"No, just stay. It's okay." I said, feeling sleepy again.

"What if they visit my room?"

"Doesn't matter. Fuck it." I said, unconsciously. It's true though why does it matter? We'll tell them anyways, we should live in the moment right now.
"Hey!" She responded at my cursing while I responded back with a kiss on her neck as her body froze. She lightly slapped my back as we kept resting in the same positions, stroking each other's back. This is all I want, every morning. All I want.