𝓑𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓬𝓱 & 𝓟𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓪𝓴𝓮𝓼 ❥ Saeran x Reader

Bleach and Pancakes

A ray of sunshine hit Saeran's face. He opened his mint blue colored eyes so that they could meet the navy draped window. He turned over to wrap his arms around-

You weren't there.

Saeran heard music playing faintly in another part of the house. Of course you weren't in bed, it's Sunday. You always woke up early on Sundays to clean and make breakfast soon after.

Sighing off his drowsiness, Saeran made his way to the kitchen, dragging his socked feet across the cool laminate floor.

There you were, the absolute love of his life. You were facing away from him, the steam from hot running water softly hit your face as you washed dishes.

Saeran affectionately wrapped his arms around you and rested his head on your shoulder after planting a small kiss on your cheek. He noticed that you smelled of bleach and pancakes, refreshing and sweet.

"I didn't think you'd wake up before I finished making breakfast, Ray," you chuckled warmly.

Saeran wasn't usually the type to speak in the mornings, but common sense could tell you that the young adult was hungry.

You gave him a nuzzle of sort while rinsing out a mug.

"Take a seat, I'll fix you up some warm tea while the rest of the pancakes brown."

Saeran did as you asked, and there was the high pitched whistling of a tea pot soon enough. As you poured the boiling water into a small cup, tired eyes lovingly stared at your working hands.

It was nice— quiet mornings like these. From the soft warm breeze passing through an ajar window, the faint tapping of your feet quickly moving across the floor, the simmering of pancakes, the light scraping of a metal spatula and pan, sounds of placing

1...2...3

spoonfuls of sugar and the light clink of metal meeting glass, right down to the mouth watering aroma of pancakes drizzled in maple syrup and piping vanilla tea.

It's a bit cliché, but it really did seem like everything little thing you do purely came from the love in your heart, and that was the most comforting thing of all.

Right before you turned to finish washing dishes, Saeran gently pulled you by your arm to give you a kiss. It was soft, slow, and affectionate. His hand rested under your ear, thumb caressing your cheek sending goosebumps down your arms. As he pulled away, you stared at him with a flushed face and eyes that asked, 'Where in the world did that come from, Ray?'

Saeran smiled, he was so happy to finally be in a place where he received mutually returned love, a state of happiness that couldn't be taken away easily. He was happy that he was here with you, the person who helped him become a better person in all.

"I love you," he spoke in a dulcet tone, making sure he looked you in the eye as he spoke.

And he did.

He loved you with every fiber of his being, and would protect you with his life if God allowed it. The love of his life, his precious sunshine, his most beloved— he loved you so, so much.

"I love you, too, Ray," you smiled and provided another peck on his forehead before returning to the sink.

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