Wooyoung's life is abruptly transformed when a devastating car accident, caused by his reckless ex-boyfriend driving under the influence, leaves him with severe spinal injuries. The accident not only confines him to a wheelchair but also shatters hi...
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As the morning light gently spilled through the partially open window, the rhythmic patter of a soft rain created a serene backdrop. Lying there, enveloped in the warmth of our shared bed, I turned to gaze at Minho, who was still nestled in the depths of sleep. His breathing was slow and even, a soothing counterpoint to the staccato of raindrops.
The curtains fluttered slightly as a mild breeze carried the fresh, earthy scent of rain into our room. It mingled with the quiet comfort of our sanctuary. The sunlight, diffused by the clouds outside, cast a gentle golden glow that illuminated Minho's features with a soft radiance. His cheeks, usually so full of color and life, appeared even more peaceful in the tender morning light.
As if sensing my attention, Minho began to stir, his eyelids fluttering open to reveal the deep warmth in his eyes. His first sleepy smile of the day was quiet and intimate, a silent greeting that spoke directly to my heart.
"Good morning," I murmured, my voice a soft thread in the tranquil air of our bedroom.
"Morning," Minho responded, his voice a comforting rumble, thick with sleep yet filled with affection. He reached out with a lazy grace, his fingers gently brushing away a strand of hair that had fallen across my face. His touch was as light and careful as the raindrops on the window, sparking a warmth that spread rapidly through my chest.
Our eyes met, holding each other in a tender gaze that seemed to pause time itself. In that simple, perfect moment, the world beyond our rain-kissed window didn't matter. All that existed was here and now—Minho's smile softly echoing the calmness of the morning, promising a day filled with quiet joy and the comforting presence of each other.
I loved him so deeply that at times it frightened me. Realizing he had been there through every high and every low—sometimes even being the cause of those lows without fully understanding the impact of his words—was overwhelming. Yet I knew he was inherently gentle and caring. We occasionally uttered words we didn't mean in moments of frustration, but our deep love for each other always prevailed, forgiving and forgetting in the same breath. He embodied everything I had ever wanted and dreamed of, a mixture of soft sunlight, the gentle patter of rain, and the ferocity of a storm, all rolled into one.
I watched him, he stretched languidly, the movements of his body a familiar dance that I had grown to adore. His eyes met mine, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his lips before he reached out to pull me closer. With a gentle tug, we were wrapped in the warmth of the covers, a cocoon of our shared affection shielding us from the world outside. In that sheltered embrace, every fear subsided, and all that mattered was the heartbeat echoing between us, steady and reassuring.
He pulled the covers over us, the world beyond our little sanctuary seemed to fade into a distant murmur. The warmth of his body against mine was a tangible reminder of our shared past and intertwined future. His arm, strong yet tender, wrapped around me, anchoring me to the moment, to the love we had nurtured through storms and quiet days alike.
