The difference between crushing and loving

Min Yoongi

He traced the curves of my legs and nuzzled into my neck, pressing small kisses and dragging his lips softly until my collarbone.
We lay in the same bed, the same cream coloured blankets.
The sun softly greeting us by warming our skin slightly after getting into the crooks of the curtain.

His slow and steady breathing couldn't be heard if you weren't this close to him. Every breath hitting your skin softly. This keeps repeating Yoongi, and I don't want it to
stop

I slowly removed myself from him and got out of bed, him whining from the lack of body heat and making me look back and smile at him. His eyes were still closed and lips slightly parting due to becoming so relaxed. He looked like a doll.

Standing up, I walked through the warm but still cold house. I felt cold, probably because I was only wearing under garments and an oversized white t-shirt. I knew where the coffee packets were so I made two. Hearing nothing but the clinking of the spoon hitting the cup when I stirred the coffee was making me feel welcomed, calm, complete.

I leaned into him after he made his way to the kitchen. His waddling could be heard in this quiet house and he wrapped his arms around my torso.
"I love you"
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