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You think you couldn’t ask for anything more.
A small smile graces your face as you stare at the side profile of your lover, tracing the curve of his nose to the not so evident dip of his cupid’s bow. His hair’s messy, unkempt, just-got-out-of-bed-esque that you sort of contributed to, and you can’t help but reach out to tuck stray strands behind his ear.
You giggle at the way Yunho tries to stifle a smile at your touch, but it breaks through his tough focused-gamer look soon enough, and he mutters a soft Yes, baby?
“Hm… no, nothing, just…” It’s no wonder you trail off when his face is just calling to you to resume your journey. To the defined jawline and the two pairs of moles on his cheekbone and neck; and to think you had a similar pair on your jawline, feeling your heart thump the first time you discovered both its existence and your feelings for Yunho.
If you put your left cheek to his right, you’d complete a puzzle — just like your legs tangling around his like fate, sort of like when Yunho starts to smell like strawberries after showers, and definitely like wanting to spend the rest of your life with him. Fits perfectly, you and Yunho, Yunho and you; a shaky breath leaves your lips.
You’re so lost in learning him that you don’t notice he’s paused the Spider-Man game he’s been waiting to play since the semester started, and you jump a little when he calls your name. Thump, thump , it never slows down — was it from the surprise of being caught, his sheer attractiveness, the lovely baby falling from his lips? Oh, you don’t know.
“Why aren’t you playing the game?”
Yunho teases you by scooching closer and notices your intake of breath and hopes you don’t feel how clammy his hands are. He places the controller to the side, takes your hand in his. “If I said that a little someone was distracting me?”
“Hey! All I did was tuck some hair.” You can’t help but repeat the gesture, using your free hand to run it through his hair. “Who knows… you might’ve missed a crane and the next thing you know, Spider-Man's dead.” You say it so gravely, intentionally lowering your voice with such dramatic flair that Yunho bursts out laughing with that addicting giggle of his.
“You silly girl,” but there’s no malice in it. How could Yunho even come close to it when all you do is love like Orpheus to Eurydice that he couldn’t help but turn back? And clammy hands be damned, because he takes the chance to squeeze your hand three times as a silent confession. He doesn’t trust his voice, his words, the tears lingering just there just yet.
The gasp he hears is the most beautiful thing in the world, “Y-you don’t have to say it back, of course, just—”
He almost wants to take it back when he feels your hand retreat, but it’s only done to cup his cheeks that fill into your palms and overflow over with heat so that your hands are warm, too. And you answer him tenderly.
Your lips meet his in a slow kiss with clumsy but passionate movement that tells you you’ll still need countless more hours on his lap and refuge in his neck to collide without casualties, but you think that’s the fun part. Kissing Yunho like you’re learning him, memorising each curve of his skin and before you know it, you find yourself straddling him.
“You’re…” Yunho sighs into your lips and forgets his words, pulling away and smiling softly up at you while you switch placements: his hands now on your cheeks while you settle for his nape.
“I’m…?”
“No, nothing, just—” he echoes your distracted state and that prompts an equally bright smile from you. It’s interrupted briefly for a playful peck, and Yunho rides the high of having love embodied sitting on his lap; a kiss to your cheeks, your forehead, your nose, your neck.
“Just— wondering what I did in my past life to deserve this.”
You heat up at those words, averting eye contact until his next confession brings you back to Earth. To Yunho’s safe arms, to the controller digging into your calf, to the gentle glimmer of love that overtakes his eyes. He trusts his words, now — funny how he trusts so easily when he’s around you.
“Though, whatever I did, I know I’d still be loving you; past, present and the next.”