To the Good Days

Chapter 14: Aesthetic

Morning is here once again, as it casts its warm glow throughout the bedroom. Rays of light lazily seep through the gaps in the blinds, decorating everything in sight with a hazy orange light. My eyes lazily flutter open due to an inconveniently placed sun beam. Namjoon's hands offer slight relief from the chilled air as they rest on the exposed skin of my hip and back of my neck. My arms are gathered by his chest. His pink lips are parted ever so precariously as the rest of his face is set it the utmost state of calm. I shift slightly in order to reach my hand up to his face and delicately trace my fingertips across his lips and side of his face. His arms tense around me as he pulls me closer to his chest and deeply exhales, signifying him waking up.

*What are you looking at? * he asks quietly, his voice is husky and raspy. His breath tickling my ear.

*Well nothing really. I don't have my glasses on, which is why I was admiring your face by touch.* I state back mater-of-factly. He lets out a low chuckle before reaching behind him to grab them off the night stand and handing them to me. He looks at me as I put my glasses on and run my fingers through my hair.

*Baby girl, what's that English word that means something is pleasing to the viewer's eyes?* Joon asks.

"Aesthetic. Mr. I'm-fluent-in-English." I giggle. "What is with the sudden logolepsy?"

"Just looking for the most perfect way to describe your beauty this morning, as it constantly seems to be growing with each passing day." He speaks in a romanticized way.

"Spoken like a true poet, baby. But as you know the sun can both shed its light to illuminate or mask whatever falls beneath its rays. " I retort back in the same voice Namjoon used. He smirks and kisses my forehead. A blush creeps on my cheeks as I take the morning in, like in a figurative way. Admiring the love of my life lying next to me, how peaceful life is at this current point. I could lay here all day, relaxing with Namjoon, merely enjoying each other's silence. Joon checks his phone, sighs before rolling out of bed.

*Yoongi wants to work on some tracks, says its urgent.* he explains while stretching with a groan escaping his lips. I frown as my plan of staying in bed together has just gone out the window.

*But Namjoonie~ I wanted to stay in bed with you all morning.* I whine out in last hopes. He chuckles and pulls a t-shirt over his head and adorns some sweatpants before walking over to me.

* I'm sorry baby. That offer sounds tempting, but I still have a job to do.* he grins, showing off his dimples.

*괜찮아(Gwaenchanh-a) Good Luck.* I say defeated.

Namjoon kisses my forehead and walks out of the room. I proceed to snuggle back into the blankets, play some music from my phone and continue reading my French book for a while.

2 hours have past, and I'm still currently in the same position. I have had nothing better to do. I could've stayed there all day, but soon my stomach growled loud enough for the world to hear. So, I slid my slippers back on my feet, put my sweatshirt back on to cover the hickeys from yesterday evening's activities, and make my way to the kitchen.

*Morning Seokjinnie-ah. How was your n-...do you need some help with those? * I ask while ruffling my hair. I refer to the numerous groceries that hang from the eldest's arms. The pleading look in his eyes is enough as I jog over and grab half of the bags and place them on the empty counter. *Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, did you go to the shops by yourself, Jin-ah?*

*아니요 (aniyo). I went with Jiminie, but he has since abandoned me to hang out with Taehyungie.* He huffs.

I chuckle, *Not surprising, those  바보 (pabos).* Jin and I put away the groceries while talking about everything: life, relationships, being away from family, pets, shows. I was busy putting away some dishes when Jin says,