𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐃𝐄; boysnextdoor

boyfriend ; sungho

Sunlight spilled through the floor-to-ceiling windows of their shared apartment, painting the wooden floors with golden streaks. It was one of those crisp New York mornings when the city buzzed outside, but the cozy warmth inside their little bubble felt like another world altogether.

Y/N sat cross-legged on the couch, her camera in hand. She angled it toward the mug on the coffee table, trying to capture the way the steam spiraled into the air. Her brows furrowed in concentration as she adjusted the settings.

Sungho, on the other hand, was perched on the piano bench near the window, a notepad of scribbled music sheets beside him. His fingers moved across the keys, lazily playing a melody he'd been working on all week. The sound filled the room, soft and tender, weaving a tapestry of calm around them.

He glanced over at her, a slow smile spreading across his face. "You've been staring at that mug for ten minutes. Do you love it more than me now?"

Y/N didn't look up but smirked. "Maybe. It doesn't interrupt my creative process with bad jokes."

Sungho stood, leaving the piano to approach her. The slight creak of the floorboards gave him away, and she braced herself for what she knew was coming. In a swift motion, he crouched beside her, his arms wrapping around her waist, pulling her into his chest.

"Bad jokes, huh?" he murmured, his voice low and teasing in her ear.

Y/N let out a laugh, her hands instinctively dropping the camera onto the couch to steady herself against him. "Sungho, not now! I'm working!"

"And I'm distracting," he quipped, leaning in to kiss her cheek. His lips lingered there, warm and soft against her skin, before moving to the corner of her mouth.

Y/N turned to face him fully, her fingers threading through his dark hair. "You're insufferable, you know that?" she said, but her tone lacked any bite.

"And yet, here you are. Stuck with me." He grinned before pulling her into a proper kiss, one that made her forget about the mug, the camera, and everything else.

Their mornings often started like this—small moments of affection woven into their everyday routines. Sungho was naturally touchy, always finding excuses to have his hands on her, whether it was holding her waist as she cooked or resting his head on her shoulder while she edited photos. Y/N didn't mind; in fact, she loved how effortlessly physical he was with his love.

As they pulled apart, he rested his forehead against hers. "How's my favorite photographer today?"

She gave him a playful glare. "Distracted. Thanks to you."

He chuckled, standing up and offering her a hand. "Come on. Let's have breakfast before I keep composing and you keep... staring at mugs."

Y/N took his hand, letting him pull her off the couch. She followed him to the small kitchen, where the faint aroma of brewed coffee greeted her. As Sungho opened the fridge, she hopped onto the counter, her legs swinging lazily.

"You're sitting on my cooking space again," he said, looking over his shoulder at her.

"And you're not stopping me," she shot back, grabbing the edge of his shirt to tug him closer.

He stepped between her legs, his hands naturally resting on her thighs. "You're lucky you're cute," he murmured, leaning in for another kiss.

This one was slower, sweeter, as if they had all the time in the world. Y/N's fingers trailed along the edge of his jaw, her thumb brushing against his cheekbone. When they finally broke apart, she sighed. "Okay, now I'm really distracted. Happy?"

"Very." He pressed a quick kiss to her forehead before turning back to the fridge. "How about pancakes?"

"You're just trying to impress me with your cooking again," she teased, hopping off the counter.

"Is it working?"

"Always."

As he whisked together the pancake batter, Y/N grabbed her camera, snapping candid shots of him. His messy hair caught the sunlight perfectly, and the little crinkle around his eyes when he smiled made her heart ache in the best way.

"Are you taking pictures of me again?" he asked without looking up.

"Always," she echoed with a grin.

After breakfast, they settled back into their respective work modes. Y/N sat on the balcony, her laptop open as she edited photos from her last shoot. The city stretched out before her, a sprawling maze of buildings and streets, each one brimming with stories waiting to be told.

Sungho stayed inside, his guitar in hand now, strumming out melodies. Every so often, he'd call out to her.

"Y/N, does this sound sad or romantic?"

"Romantically sad," she replied without hesitation.

He laughed. "You're so specific."

"That's why you love me," she called back.

By the time the sun began to set, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink, they found themselves on the couch again, tangled together under a soft blanket. Sungho's hand absentmindedly played with her hair as she scrolled through her camera roll, showing him some of her favorite shots.

"You're so talented," he said, his voice filled with genuine admiration.

Y/N looked up at him, her heart swelling. "Coming from you, Mr. Musical Genius, that means a lot."

He leaned down to kiss her again, this time slow and lingering, as if to say everything he couldn't put into words.

Their normal days were filled with moments like this—small but significant acts of love. In the midst of the bustling city, they'd carved out a little haven of their own, where music and photography intertwined with their shared laughter and quiet kisses.

And as they sat there, wrapped in each other's warmth, they couldn't imagine being anywhere else.

a/n 

idk why I wrote even when I've said that kissing scene are awkward for me to write down 😭🙏🏻