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every morning, beomgyu stares at the boy beside him, seemingly deep in slumber. he notices the rise and fall of his chest, his mouth slightly ajar, his long eyelashes nearly touching his cheek, his subtle movements from the dream he’s living, and beomgyu takes it all in. he was almost lost in a trance until he realized he needed to breathe to make it through, he needed to breathe instead of admiring his boyfriend who was completely unaware of his wake. but, beomgyu is used to it.
every morning, just like this one, he experiences a silent death from looking at yeonjun, from drinking in the scene. yeonjun was too unreal. a boy with a huge heart who loved everyone and everything, who was loved and cared for by everyone and everything, was in love with him. that mere fact alone leaves beomgyu with no air to breathe. he drowns in love every morning, and that same love always revives him. when yeonjun is finally awake, beomgyu’s whole world begins again. the soft lull of yeonjun’s voice wishing good morning, a small bashful smile with a quarter of his teeth shown, his cheekbones coming into shape and his hand which always reaches for beomgyu’s waist. oh, he’s so in love.
every morning, he watches over yeonjun until the sunlight finally kisses his face softly, oblivious to the fact that beomgyu envies it for being the first to kiss him for the day. beomgyu could move and kiss him himself, but the older always seemed to notice whenever beomgyu’s fleeting touch landed on his hair, or his lips, even his cheeks. for that reason, the younger didn’t dare to move, afraid of disturbing yeonjun’s peaceful sleep. it was always too early to be awake, but beomgyu was an early riser. the sunlight would be dim at the start, entering through the tiny slit between the curtains and rising, coming towards the two of them on the bed. gradually, it arrives at yeonjun’s lips, his cheek, his nose, and his eyes up until he’s embraced whole. beomgyu gives his gratitude to god every day for letting him see the most beautiful sight in the world as a start.
every morning, beomgyu keeps track of the time with the climbing daylight as it inclines upwards on yeonjun’s figure, right until it reaches the ceiling. by then, he knows it is more than enough time spent in bed in the morning because they both have roles to fulfil at their respective jobs. so, his hand would cup the older’s face, a slight brush of his thumb twice or thrice and he is met with tender eyes staring back into his. again, he sees the forming smile, the soothing wish and the feel of an arm reaching for him. beomgyu couldn’t help but wonder if yeonjun feels the same as he smiles back at the older, his wish accompanied by his own raspy voice and his hand resting on the older’s face.
every morning, beomgyu hopes things never change. he hopes they will always hold such affection towards each other.