to hold your hand and never let go.
hana: youngminie, youngmin, im youngmin.
she pokes his cheek softly, trying to wake him up.
hana: im youngmin, wake up.
as she about to pull the curtain, a pair of arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her into his lap.
hana: im youngmin!
she whisper-shouted at the latter as she started to blush.
youngmin: good morning, princess. i miss you a lot.
he grinned widely at her, rubbing his eyes cutely.
hana: i miss you too, okay. now wake up. i've cooked breakfast for you!
she said as she tied up her hair into a bun. as she about to walk out from his room, the latter pulled her hand once again, holding it tightly.
youngmin: no, no. stay for a bit longer. i still want to hold your hand.
he pouted a bit, earning a soft chuckle from the latter.
hana: you are such a baby, im youngmin.
she said as she leaned closer to him, giving a peck on his cheek.
i'm trying to make this as fluff as i can and henlo it time for me to sleep but hey!
