my eyelids fluttered open as the blinding sunlight filtered in through the gaps between the curtains. habitually, i rolled over to my side, smiling at the sight of my sleeping boyfriend whose hand was loosely over my waist.

i shifted closer to him and wrapped a hand around his waist. burying my face in his chest and inhaling his comforting scent, i sighed in contentment. i loved being in his arms. i loved being around him in general, actually. sometimes i would wonder how i got so lucky. i was already so grateful to have him in my life, but for this angel to be my boyfriend, i couldn't be any happier.

lifting my head up, i moved away from him a little so i could get a full view of his face. he was ethereal, a masterpiece, and till this day i was still unable to understand how anyone could be this good looking. i loved his delicate features; perfectly shaped eyebrows, long eyelashes, sharp nose and rosy red lips that looked and were so soft and kissable.

i loved every part of him. every single freckle, every single mole. i thought they were beautiful, and it made me indescribably happy that he thought they were too. i was so glad he knew how to love himself, because a human being like him deserved to be loved and cherished.

i brushed my thumb across the small mole on his nose before giving his cute nose a quick peck. tracing my thumbs over his lips, i felt my cheeks heat up at the thought of kissing them even though i had done it countless times. no matter how many times we kissed, the sparks and butterflies in my stomach still always remained as strong as the first time.

ah, the first time we kissed. i still remember it clearly as if it had happened yesterday. it was something i don't think i would ever be able to forget even if i wanted to.

leaning forward again, i pressed my lips against his, enjoying the sensation of his lips on mine. as i felt his hands around me tighten, i couldn't help but smile into the kiss. my baby was awake.

i couldn't wait to talk to him about anything under the sun, to tell him how beautiful he was, inside and out, to see his adorable box shaped smile, to hear his soothing, deep voice, to hold his hand on our daily walk to the nearby cafe where we worked, to sneak quick kisses during our shift, to feed him his favourite snacks because he was always too lazy to do so himself, to back hug him like he loved, to do anything actually. as long as i was with him, it didn't matter what we did. i enjoyed everything we did together and i knew for sure that i wanted to do everything with him for the rest of my life.

i pulled away from the kiss sheepishly, and taehyung pretended to be upset. "that's not fair! you can't kiss me while i'm asleep." he whined with that deep, throaty morning voice of his which never failed to make my heartbeat increase.

"can i kiss you now?" i asked, already leaning in for a kiss.

he shook his head playfully, stopping me with his index finger on my forehead. "not yet." he teased, chuckling when he saw my disappointed pout.

cupping my cheeks with both of his huge and warm hands, he planted kisses on both of them. giggling at the exaggerated kissing sounds he made, i put my hands around his neck comfortably.

"okay, you can kiss me now." satisfied, he grinned before connecting our lips.

pulling me as close as he could, he deepened our kiss, eager tongue exploring every single cranny of my mouth. breaking our kiss only after we were both breathless and panting slightly, he ran his hands through my hair, like how he did every time we cuddled because he knew i loved it.

"i love you, park jimin." he whispered, the fondness so evident in his voice it made me blush.

"i love you too, kim taehyung." i whispered back, hoping he could tell how much i meant it.

oh, i really do wonder how i got so lucky.

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some fluff yay

writer's block for my book + too many random thoughts & inspiration so hEy here i am :')