[10:36am] You Were Enveloped In A Thick Cloud Of Warmth, Enjoying The Sun Rays That Pierced Through Your

[10:36am] you were enveloped in a thick cloud of warmth, enjoying the sun rays that pierced through your living room windows and fell upon everything around you. you were wrapped tightly in a fluffy gray blanket and sipping on a steaming mug of tea. you hear a soft thud from the back of your apartment and then scuffling noises. they get louder and louder and then stop.

“morning sleepyhead,” you giggle into your mug and glance up at your roommate.

your heart jerks forward in your chest like someone put a leash on it and tugged. in a way your heart was on a leash. it was like han jisung, said roommate, had tied a string around it and connected it to his pinky. he was oblivious to the way he yanked this string up, down, left, right, backwards and forwards but it wasn’t like you were going around announcing it to the world. you were in love with him but he didn’t need to know that. he didn’t need to know that you lost your breath when he grinned cheekily at you and his eyes squished into little crescent shapes. he didn’t need to know that your eyes teared up at how angelic his giggle was. he didn’t need to know that you wanted him to sing you to bed every night. he didn’t need to know how much you craved his company all day and night. he didn’t need to know that envy coated you like green slime when you saw him talking to a person that wasn’t you. he especially didn’t need to know that you loved him with all your heart.

but on days like today when he walks out and he’s wearing baby blue pajama bottoms with little rabbits all over them and a white hoodie that’s definitely too big on him and his eyes are barely open and filled with sleep and his hair is going in every direction and messier than its ever been you want to tell him. you want him to know that your his. you want him to know that he has your heart on a string and it’s connected to his pinky and every time he breathes he pulls on the string so hard you think your heart will leave your body. instead of saying this you settle for something a little more subtle.

“cute bed head, baby,” you coo at him. his face lights up and he giggles. the giggles stop abruptly and the tips of his lips turn down. your brows furrow and you wonder why he won’t make eye contact with you.

“what’s up?” your voice is soft and you reach out for his hand.

he backs ups and mumbles, “i don’t like it when you call me baby.” again you feel your heart shudder but this time it falls a little and the once warm cloud you were surrounded by disappears. a dark cloud replaces it and you shiver with the new feeling.

“oh i’m sorry,” you whisper and although you try to keep the pain out of your voice, it forces its way through. jisung audibly gulps starts to apologize.

“ no it’s not your fault, i just- i’m- it’s just that,” he stumbles through his words and then pauses. he takes a deep breath, moves forward and pinches your chin between his index finger and thumb. he lifts his hand forcing you to look at him. “y/n, i really really really like you. like really really bad and i have for a long time. and it’s already so hard having to see you be cute everyday but for you to call me all these pet names and make me think that i have a chance hurts more than anything. that’s why i don’t like you calling me baby. i’m sorry if this makes things awkward but I can’t help it,” he speaks so quiet and for a second you wonder if you’re imagining it. as each second passes you both get closer to tears. jisung because he thinks he’s about to be rejected and you because the boy you love likes you back. his hand falls from your chin and you realize you haven’t answered him. you jump up and wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him close, making sure he stays.

“han jisung just fucking kiss me already,” you whisper. his eyes double but he wastes no time in grabbing you by the hips and connecting your lips together. it’s not perfect. you know it could be better. both of your lips are a little too chapped and your teeth clang together and your rhythms are completely off. but that doesn’t matter. none of it matters because han jisung likes you. and you like him. and that means you’ll have plenty of time to practice kissing.

[8:56] you’re perched on the icy-cold, marbled counter in your kitchen, peering out the window adjacent to you. dark, heavy clowds hung low in the sky, filled up with water, about to burst and rain down over the silver city. the world outside your window is gloomy and dismal. you, however, are anything but gloomy. the dreary weather just granted you an opportunity to relax with your lover all day. you were not going to let go of this chance.

the soft pitter-patter of socked feet on a wooden floor stole your attention away from the window. your boyfriend, felix, stumbles in, rubbing the sleep from his puffy eyes, face swolen due to him having woken up minutes prior.

“you weren’t in bed when I woke up,” felix whines pitifully but it‘s not very effective due to his gruff voice.

your lips stretch into a small smile, “sorry love, i wanted to see what the weather was like.”

moving toward you, felix slips his hips between your knees and rests his tiny baby hands on your waist. his head finds a spot in the crook of your neck. your hands glide up and down his back for a few moments before landing on the nape of his neck, carefully combing through his baby hairs. felix hums and you giggle at the vibrations tickling your throat.

“come back to bed with me,” you can feel a pout form on his lips as he mumbles into your shoulder.

you nudge his body away and push yourself from the counter that has grown warm from your body heat, “ok baby, let’s go.”

you grab felix’s hand and tug him in the direction of your bedroom. he trails behind you, sleep still evident in his hunched form. right before you crawled into bed with the love of your life, a deafening clap of thunder sounded throughout the cuty around you. soon after, soft taps sounded against the windows. you smiled and layed down. felix tugged your comforter over the both of you and immediately curled into your warm body. you didn’t mind rainy days one bit.

Someday I will have my own place. My world won’t be confined to my room. I will stumble sleepily through the house in the morning, opening the blinds. I will sit out in the backyard and look at the stars. I will go out whenever I want to. I will survive long enough to have that.

Chan is such good boyfriend material it’s honestly terrifying in the best sort of way

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I want! A girlfriend! So i can send her cute texts! And handwritten letters about how much I love her,,,