[TVXQ] Of Morning I Love You's; Yoochun/Fan
Of Morning I Love You's
Yoochun&chunable. PG. 878.
no one truly wants the butterflies to go away.
Billowing curtains carried the sound of the crashing waves into an open bedroom. Sunlight streamed against white bed sheets piled and pushed down towards the end of the bed. The smell of vanilla and oranges tangled themselves between the fresh salty air of the beach and a sunscreen.
You stir in your sleep as you slowly gain conscious and the sound of the waves became louder. Chun. With groggy eyes, you start searching for the body that was next to you when you fell asleep last night, but soon realize he wasn’t there. You hastily slipped on his dress shirt, that you found messily draped over the desk chair, over your tank top and shorts to shield you from the cool morning breeze, and made your way to the bathroom. Finally, a burst of cold water to your face finally wakes you up; you finish brushing your teeth and decide to look for him. There were no traces of him in the small beach house he had rented, so you look outside.
As soon as your feet touches the cool sand, you spot him in the water, and he spots you as well.
Kim! He shouts as he waves his arms back and forth. You watch him emerge from the clear waters, his hair matted against his face. He runs towards you, his body sparkling when the sun hits the tiny droplets clinging to his bare chest. A smile can barely conceal itself as you wish him a good morning. Everything has been so perfect. When he finally reaches you he pulls you toward him, you slightly shiver when your leg hits his, the water transferring to your skin.
You’re wet Sticking out your tongue, you gently push him away to grab the towel hanging from the beach chair and toss it at him. He laughs tenderly, his voice low and smooth, one of the first things you fell in love with. You gaze at him in fascination as he ran the towel against his arms, his neck, his torso, his legs.
Now dry, he pulls the slightly distracted you towards him again, his body is still cool, but you don’t mind. He takes your fingers between his and pulls your right hand up. The simple silver band adorned on the ring finger glinted in the day until he pressed his lips against it.
It’s been two years since you’ve met, one year since he gained enough courage to ask you on a date, six months since you both had awkwardly confessed your love for each other, four months since you first met his family, and a month since he had slipped the ring on your finger asking for your hand in marriage.
“I love you.” He examines your hand as it lays in his, his deep brown eyes catches yours and you could almost feel your heart stop.
“Dammit Chun.” You roll your eyes, wondering how long it will take for that to stop from happening, but secretly you wish that it won’t.
“What?” His bottom lips sticks out innocently. You stare at the pouted lips for a few seconds before you decide on taking it between your own, tasting the small hint of salt left behind by the water.
“It’s all your fault.” You manage to utter between kisses. Feeling his breath on your face as he laughs again makes your breath hitch, again.
“How so?” he pulls away and leads you to the beach chair, where you both settle comfortably; your body wrapped in his. The natural music of the beach rings clear, everything in perfect harmony, the soundtrack to the last week before you’re united as one.
“You’re going to give me a heart attack one of these days.”
“Not unless you give me one first.”
You shake your head against his chest, “So cheesy,” You tease.
Without denial, his body shakes against yours as he laughs yet again. Playing with your hair he begins to hum a song, more like a lullaby, softly; it catches with the gawking of the seagulls, and the rush of the sea. You could stay here forever: below the warm rays of the sun, above the cool smoothness of the sands, between strong and supporting arms; amongst the calmness of the ocean, and the roughness of the waves, the comfortableness of the small beach villa. Your eyes start to feel heavy, and they start to close, you focus on the rising and lowering of Yoochun’s chest beneath you, counting each rise and fall. One. Two. Three … Ten It’s harder to stay awake now, you almost want to tell Yoochun to stop humming, so that you could stay awake with him, but you don’t. You don’t because you know he won’t leave; if it were anyone else you would’ve already proposed to get some breakfast because they would’ve left until you woke. But it’s not anyone else, it’s Yoochun. You know that he would stay the whole time, until you woke up again, he would continue to hum, continue to gently stoke your hair, he’d probably even fall asleep as well.
Before your unconscious completely takes over you feel his lips against the crown of your head, a whisper of I love you.
I love you too.
Yoochun&chunable. PG. 878.
no one truly wants the butterflies to go away.
Billowing curtains carried the sound of the crashing waves into an open bedroom. Sunlight streamed against white bed sheets piled and pushed down towards the end of the bed. The smell of vanilla and oranges tangled themselves between the fresh salty air of the beach and a sunscreen.
You stir in your sleep as you slowly gain conscious and the sound of the waves became louder. Chun. With groggy eyes, you start searching for the body that was next to you when you fell asleep last night, but soon realize he wasn’t there. You hastily slipped on his dress shirt, that you found messily draped over the desk chair, over your tank top and shorts to shield you from the cool morning breeze, and made your way to the bathroom. Finally, a burst of cold water to your face finally wakes you up; you finish brushing your teeth and decide to look for him. There were no traces of him in the small beach house he had rented, so you look outside.
As soon as your feet touches the cool sand, you spot him in the water, and he spots you as well.
Kim! He shouts as he waves his arms back and forth. You watch him emerge from the clear waters, his hair matted against his face. He runs towards you, his body sparkling when the sun hits the tiny droplets clinging to his bare chest. A smile can barely conceal itself as you wish him a good morning. Everything has been so perfect. When he finally reaches you he pulls you toward him, you slightly shiver when your leg hits his, the water transferring to your skin.
You’re wet Sticking out your tongue, you gently push him away to grab the towel hanging from the beach chair and toss it at him. He laughs tenderly, his voice low and smooth, one of the first things you fell in love with. You gaze at him in fascination as he ran the towel against his arms, his neck, his torso, his legs.
Now dry, he pulls the slightly distracted you towards him again, his body is still cool, but you don’t mind. He takes your fingers between his and pulls your right hand up. The simple silver band adorned on the ring finger glinted in the day until he pressed his lips against it.
It’s been two years since you’ve met, one year since he gained enough courage to ask you on a date, six months since you both had awkwardly confessed your love for each other, four months since you first met his family, and a month since he had slipped the ring on your finger asking for your hand in marriage.
“I love you.” He examines your hand as it lays in his, his deep brown eyes catches yours and you could almost feel your heart stop.
“Dammit Chun.” You roll your eyes, wondering how long it will take for that to stop from happening, but secretly you wish that it won’t.
“What?” His bottom lips sticks out innocently. You stare at the pouted lips for a few seconds before you decide on taking it between your own, tasting the small hint of salt left behind by the water.
“It’s all your fault.” You manage to utter between kisses. Feeling his breath on your face as he laughs again makes your breath hitch, again.
“How so?” he pulls away and leads you to the beach chair, where you both settle comfortably; your body wrapped in his. The natural music of the beach rings clear, everything in perfect harmony, the soundtrack to the last week before you’re united as one.
“You’re going to give me a heart attack one of these days.”
“Not unless you give me one first.”
You shake your head against his chest, “So cheesy,” You tease.
Without denial, his body shakes against yours as he laughs yet again. Playing with your hair he begins to hum a song, more like a lullaby, softly; it catches with the gawking of the seagulls, and the rush of the sea. You could stay here forever: below the warm rays of the sun, above the cool smoothness of the sands, between strong and supporting arms; amongst the calmness of the ocean, and the roughness of the waves, the comfortableness of the small beach villa. Your eyes start to feel heavy, and they start to close, you focus on the rising and lowering of Yoochun’s chest beneath you, counting each rise and fall. One. Two. Three … Ten It’s harder to stay awake now, you almost want to tell Yoochun to stop humming, so that you could stay awake with him, but you don’t. You don’t because you know he won’t leave; if it were anyone else you would’ve already proposed to get some breakfast because they would’ve left until you woke. But it’s not anyone else, it’s Yoochun. You know that he would stay the whole time, until you woke up again, he would continue to hum, continue to gently stoke your hair, he’d probably even fall asleep as well.
Before your unconscious completely takes over you feel his lips against the crown of your head, a whisper of I love you.
I love you too.