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I feel the warm sun on my skin, gently waking me up from my afternoon nap. As the subtle heat gently caresses my cheeks, cupping my face and wiping away the midday fatigue, I look up and am greeted by the most heavenly sight. Choi Yeonjun always looks stunning but here in his most relaxed state, sleeping alongside me, he had an even more precious beauty.
His jet black strands imprisoned his beautiful face as they fell just above his nose. Nevertheless, I could still admire his dormant eyes, occasionally shaking underneath his eyelids and making his eyelashes dance along the tops of his cheeks. His sun-kissed cheeks looked as soft as a summer peach. I missed being able to see this view so close. Yearning to see his full face, I had to fight the urge to tuck his hair behind his ears, decorated so elegantly by his iconic double hoops that he always swore by. Oh how lucky I was that such a unique face made such a familiar picture.
And the picture wasn’t complete without his plump lips, somehow looking puckered now even in his most relaxed sleeping state. I lightly chuckle thinking about how he always looks like an adorable baby duck pouting in protest of not getting his favorite candy. Seeing as how much he loved eating those Sour Patch Watermelons, he would definitely throw a fit if I didn’t let him buy any at the store. Little does he know, I’d give him the world.
I sense him stirring and feel my cheeks blush into a warm rose as I grow self-aware. Hah, me looking at and admiring a man? Who would’ve thought I’d be here, not me I’ll tell you that.
“Take a picture it’ll last longer. Otherwise you’ll just burn a hole in me, seeing as how much you’re staring,” his eyes flutter open to reveal his oh-so-infamous foxy gaze, deceivingly half asleep but still as clever as always. He cracks open one eye to check my expression and wears the most annoyingly gorgeous side smile. My face now definitely burns at least three deeper shades of red, and my pride could never accept defeat so I immediately shut my eyes closed.
“Aw that’s cute, you’re hiding from embarrassment.”
“Am not!” I protest.
“Oh so you’re not asleep?” he retorts with a smirk, knowing he’s won.
“Shut up,” I huff and turn away.
Not letting me get away, he pulls my waist closer towards him and brings me into a bear hug, his lean toned arms wrapping around me from behind. His broad shoulders also engulf my body as he nuzzles his chin into my neck, his soft cheeks tickling my sensitive skin. Despite his bratty confrontation, this embrace makes me immediately forget that I was supposed to be playfully mad at him.
He seems to notice my forgiveness as he turns me back to face him and lovingly cups my face. Feeling his long skinny fingers softly trace along my face, our eyes meet and I can’t think anymore. His eyes glisten with such a loving aura and I refuse to blink. I don’t want to miss any second of this moment.
Breaking the silence, a song then makes its way into our room, strolling into our space from a source just outside our window. Curious, Yeonjun looked down at me and chirped, “You like this song, right?”, surely determined to make me feel better. My eyes must’ve sparkled as I softly scoffed and nodded my head, giving into his foolproof tactics once again. Immediately, my expression softens even more as he leans in and places the sweetest kiss on my forehead, his face lingering just above mine as he begins singing along in a low, deep tone.
“Angel baby, angel
You're my angel, babyy”
I don’t know what came over me but his sudden serenading was truly music to my ears. The lyrics filled the air like the smell of freshly baked goods and now I understood what it must’ve felt like for mothers to sing their babies to sleep. As Yeonjun continued to hum the melody, he pulled me in closer to his chest allowing me to feel even more strongly the vibration of his heavenly voice.
Gently caressing my hair, he momentarily pauses humming to reassure me, “We don’t have anything for the rest of the day. Let’s just stay like this.” I don’t even need to nod and instead burrow my face deeper into his warm chest out of agreement and embrace feeling as safe as I’ll ever be, cradled in his arms. As if his comforting touch wasn’t enough, his new cologne also helped put me to sleep. A toasted vanilla scent that was both musky and sweet, just like him. Feeling myself fall back into slumber, I make myself comfortable as I lay on his chest. My head following the melodic rise and fall of his chest, as if we were waltzing, hand in hand, to the rhythm of his breath. With our fingers interlaced, I lose myself in our now-synced breaths.
Inhale…
Exhale…
inhale…
exhale….
I just wanna live in this moment forever
'Cause I'm afraid that living couldn't get any better