A lovely change with love|2min ✅

chapter 25

The room was steeped in a serene quiet, broken only by the low hum of the heater and the faint rustling of sheets as Seungmin shifted slightly. The hour was unreasonably early one of those moments when the world outside felt frozen in time, and the only warmth existed within these four walls. Wrapped in the cocoon of the night, Seungmin lay sprawled over Minho, her cheek pressed against the steady rise and fall of his chest, her body draped over his like she belonged there.

Minho's arms, even in sleep, cradled her as though it was the most natural thing in the world. One hand rested loosely on her waist, his fingers splayed protectively, while the other lay at his side, the faint impression of her touch still lingering on his skin. The soothing rhythm of his heartbeat was a steady lullaby against her ear, the cadence slow and calming, filling the space with an unspoken reassurance.

Seungmin's fingers wandered lazily, her restless mind finding solace in small, tender gestures. She played with his hair, the silky strands slipping through her fingers like water and she smiled to herself as she began to play with it. Slowly, she parted strands, twisting them into tiny braids with the care of someone who had all the time in the world.

Her lips quirked upward as she admired her handiwork, Minho, with his unkempt hair now adorned with miniature, uneven braids. It was a sight only she would ever get to see, and the thought made her chest warm with affection.

After a while, though, even the braiding lost its appeal. Seungmin let her fingers wander, trailing softly down to his ears. She traced their shape, marveling at how warm they felt under her fingertips. She pressed the pads of her fingers lightly against the curve, giggling softly to herself when Minho stirred slightly But he didn't wake. Instead, he settled deeper into the mattress, his chest rising in a long, contented sigh.

Next, her attention drifted to his lips. Soft and slightly parted, they seemed so peaceful, so inviting. She traced the outline with her finger, her touch feather-light, as though afraid to disturb his slumber. There was something mesmerizing about how calm he looked, and her smile deepened as her thumb brushed gently across the corner of his mouth.

As her touches grew bolder, her restlessness was met with a soft, familiar warmth. Minho shifted again, his body instinctively adjusting, rolling them gently onto their sides. His arms tightened around her, pulling her closer, her face now tucked against his chest. The faint scent of him, something clean and comforting surrounded her, blending with the lingering warmth of the shared bed.

His hand moved to her waist, his fingers starting to trace slow, rhythmic patterns over the fabric of her pajama top. The motion was soothing, like ripples across a still pond, each stroke melting away any lingering tension in her body. Seungmin let out an almost imperceptible sigh, the sound lost in the quiet cocoon they shared.

Nestled against him, she felt his breath, steady and warm, brush against the top of her head. His heartbeat was impossibly steady, a grounding pulse that filled the silence with unspoken comfort. The rise and fall of his chest became her anchor, a rhythm that her own breath unconsciously matched.

Minutes passed in this quiet closeness, the two of them cocooned in each other. The soft weight of the blankets draped over them, paired with the heater's gentle warmth, made the world beyond the bed feel distant, irrelevant. In his arms, she felt an overwhelming sense of peace, as though nothing could touch them in this sanctuary they had created.

The soothing motion of his fingers, the warmth of his embrace, and the comforting melody of his heartbeat lulled her into a gentle haze. Seungmin's limbs relaxed, her body melting into his as the restlessness that had kept her awake dissolved. Slowly, her eyelids grew heavy, her breaths evening out, and she drifted into sleep once more.