15 princes and a princess

15 princes and a princess 45

The next morning I woke up, slid gracefully out of bed, straightened my hair so it hung to my waist in a shiny bronze sheet and painted my nails a darkish grey matte colour with glossy black and purple tips. I had decided in my head that today would be a good day so my mood was in an okay state.

We had decided to hold the first conference-y thing in two days, it would be a Wednesday. Until then I had decided to pretend that nothing was happening and that I would just have fun with Kearra and the guys. Yesung was taking me on a date tonight so that was something to look forward to.

As I thought of Yesung, my eyes flitted over to his sleeping form, the covers on his bed rising and falling with each breath he took. He had a soft smile on his face and his hair was spread out and wavy. I smiled unconsciously and returned to getting ready. Since he was still asleep I didn't bother moving into the bathroom and just rummaged through my suitcase. I pulled on a grey strap top with black lace around the neckline and black tights with high wasted purple jean-shorts, hunting for my black flats as I did so. I eventually found them wedged under my bed and pulled them on too, sitting on the edge of my bed. I thought for a second and kicked my shoes off again, slipping over to Yesung's bed and lying on top of the covers. Because of how he was led, he had his back to me so I poked his waist gently. He wriggled a bit and then turned to face me, smiling sleepily and pushing his dark fringe away from his face.

"Morning snookums!" I chirped causing him to chuckle, his voice still husky from sleep. He tugged the covers from beneath me and then wrapped his arm around my waist, swallowing me in duvet and pulling me towards him. It was only because my bare arms were between us that I realised he wasn't wearing a shirt. This thought alone caused my face to turn all kinds of tomato soup coloured.

"Good morning pumpkin." He murmured into my hair. I closed my eyes and buried my face in his neck, his chin resting gently on the top of my head. Every time I breathed in, his scent filled my nostrils, cherries and chocolate, I nuzzled closer to him as he was radiating heat. I shivered slightly, purely from the contact of my arms to his bare chest but he pulled back and looked at me with a concerned look on his face.

"Omo, Rayn, are you cold? You're in a strap top in march! You must be freezing! Are you crazy?" He mumbled, searching my eyes and face for a non-verbal sign of distress. I sighed and pulled him towards me again.

"Oppa, I am fine. I just had a shiver is all, you don't need to worry, if I get cold I will put a jumper on, promise." I answered, wrapping my arms around him and knitting my fingers into his hair. He sighed and gave in, winding one hand around my waist and sliding the other one under my neck to form a comfy muscley pillow, his fingers playing with the ends of my hair.

"I love you." He said, looking into my eyes. I grinned and gave him a soft kiss. He sighed and smiled at me.

"I love you too. Now, what's the plan for today?" I asked, not breaking eye contact with him. He shrugged and offered me a lopsided grin.

"No idea, but since you have been stuck inside for weeks I figured I would take you out for the day." He suggested. I nodded, grinning happily.

"How about a picnic in that cherry blossom park we found?" I asked. He thought for a moment and looked at me sadly.

"Last time we went there, it was dark and nobody knew you were here. Now people know, they will be looking for you, so we can't really parade around together in broad daylight." He explained. I nodded slowly, realising he was right. It would have to be somewhere secluded.

"Can we get on the roof of this building?" I asked, the idea of a roof-top picnic suddenly seeming appealing to me. He nodded and quickly caught on to my idea.