A Moment Between Time
A moment between time
Yoosu ; Fluff; Very short
There is nothing I could wish for. Not at this moment. I look at him, his eyes only half open and his hair far from what it looked like the night before. The second his eyes fall on me he smiles. I smile back. Warmth is all I feel, overwhelming warmth. Its spreading itself through my chest, filling my stomach and throat, nuzzling itself in my head. It makes my thinking fuzzy. I try to say something but don't want to ruin the moment. I wait for him to move. He sits up and puts one hand on my bare chest, as if he knows exactly what I'm thinking, what I'm feeling. His hand comes up to my neck, he leaves it there and rests his head on my shoulder.
“There aren't many people who can make me as nervous as you do,” he whispers. I smile wider, though he can't see it. “I don't look as good in the morning as I do the rest of the day.”
“You look better,” I say without thinking. “You look better this way.”
He laughs and takes one of my hands in his own. We stay that way for a while, but not long enough. It's silly to wish that every second of every day could be like that but I wish for it anyway. Never has a wish of mine been granted and I don't expect this one to be, but the way I hear his heartbeat, as clear as day, a low base, it gives me hope, hope for more moments like these.
“What time do you have to leave for work?” I finally ask. I don't know how long it's been, but I feel the pressure rise. We can't stay like this.
“I have a meeting at ten,” he says. “I could reschedule.”
“Don't,” I say. “I don't want to be the reason you slack off.”
“Kim Junsu,” he mutters into the skin of my shoulder. It's wet and it tickles and it makes me want to shove my tongue down his throat. I don't. Not just yet.
“Hm?”
“Where will you be when I come home at seven tonight?”
I go through my schedule of the day in my head and then realize what he means. “Here,” I say. “I'll be right here.”
He turns his head up to look at me and then I forget all about morning breath, ridiculous bed hair or eye spunk. We kiss. It starts with little nips at my lips just like the night before and I answer him with a full kiss. Lips pressed together, mouths half open and hearts racing. It would have gone further if it weren't for the shrill sound of the alarm clock going off.
“Time to get ready, I suppose,” I say and wipe off the corner of your mouth from a small bubble of saliva, yours, mine, who knows.
“You'll be here at seven right? Don't be late,” he says and I smile, press our foreheads together. “Park Yoochun, would I ever lie to you?”