You wake up with Tae's arms wrapped securely around your waist, your back pushed up against his chest. His even breathing and peaceful state make you smile a little. He looked adorable, but you weren't sure this peaceful state would last long.
"God I hate you sometimes," you whisper, shaking your head as a smile makes it way through your facade.
"Y/n.., sleep. ....longer," he mumbled pulling you closer to him if possible. You laugh quietly and let yourself relax. Soon you feel your eyes start to get heavy again, heat eminating from Tae, making you sleepy.
You yawn and close your eyes gently, letting yourself relax into him. A content sigh leaves your lips before your eyes close fully.
Tae's pov,
When I wake up, y/n is still sleeping soundly, her mouth slightly agape, and soft snores come out. It's times like these when I realize, I love her, I love her so much it hurts. She's just so beautiful, and funny, and everything you'd expect her to be and more.
But I hate that we fight all the time, it makes me sad. I hate seeing her angry or upset, her beautiful features holding a frown or a displeased look, that's my least favourite thing. My favourite thing is times like these. When we're sleeping, peacefully, no one's yelling, no one's screaming, no one's telling us we won't last.
Right now, everything is perfect.
I want it to stay this way. I wish it would, but that's not how love works, not for us anyway. Our love is great, but it is also cancerous. There's the ups, and the downs, this way and that way, upside-down and right-side-up.
In front of people we seem collected and together, like we're actually a team. But when it's just us, things get bad. There's yelling, and there's screaming, fights constantly happening, crying, breaking, running, chasing.
She runs away, but each time I chase after her, cause she is what keeps me so sane. Even if our love is cancerous, I need her.
I love her hair, and her eyes, oh my, her eyes. I could talk about those for forever. I love her lips, and her nose. I love what she hates about herself, and I love her body, the way she speaks, the way my name rolls off her tongue. I love everything that is her.
"Y/n, I love you," I say and lightly kiss her hair.
But it's such a cancerous love.
