The morning sun was a reminder that things could change. That one could start afresh, leaving behind the mistakes of the previous day and pursue a better, happier lifestyle.

At least, that was what most people thought.

For Yeseul, the sun was an interruption to her beloved slumber.

She was extremely thankful for the break that her professors had given her. Criminal law may have been interesting, but it was a heck of a lot to handle.

The Jeon girl stretched her limbs that were draped over a firm, muscular being. That being was none other than her guradian angel, Yang Jeongin.

Her stretching stopped as she realised the close proximity between her and the blue-haired boy, their noses inches apart, their lips only a few breaths away. 

She had never been this close to him before.

She had always regarded him as handsome from the day he had appeared in her apartment, but she'd never really had the time to appreciate his features. 

His gorgeous fox-like eyes, the curve of his nose, his smooth, unblemished skin basking in the morning sun's rays. His hair fell across his forehead and Yeseul shot down her desire to run her hands through them.

Until she gave in.

Carefully, so as not to wake the boy up, the Jeon lightly brushed her fingers on his scalp, testing the amount of pressure she laid onto his head. Satisfied that he wouldn't wake up, Yeseul continued to stroke his hair, admiring his features.

"Am I dog for you to stroke my hair like that?"

Yeseul froze. Not because of his question, but because of his morning voice.

His eyes fluttered open, staring deeply into her own onyx eyes, a blush working its way up her cheeks.

"I-It's soft," She defended herself. "I couldn't help myself,"

"Did I say I didn't like it?" The Yang boy scoffed. "It feels - nice, keep doing it,"

Yeseul's cheeks perked up happily as she complied with his order, playing with his hair between her slender fingers.

Jeongin watched her, the corners of his mouth twitched up as he felt her fingers brush through his scalp. 

He began to admire the girl's own features, her doll-like face, doe eyes that crinkled like the crescent moon whenever she was happy, her dark locks that framed her face, her pouty, luscious lips.

Her lips...

Jeongin couldn't help but lick his lips at the sight of her own pink, tempting lips. They looked so soft, and the boy wondered just how soft they would be.

It seemed that Yeseul had noticed his stare, and had promptly stopped playing with his locks.

Out of pure nerve, she bit her bottom lip, unaware what she was doing to the angel. 

"J-Jeongin?"

"Pretty," He mumbled, taking his index finger and dragging it down her cheek lightly. "So pretty,"

His arms were already wrapped around her waist, and without hesitation, he pulled her petite figure onto his chest, her cheeks flaming so red that Yeseul was sure she resembled a tomato.

"J-Jeongin... what are you - hmm..."

The Yang boy's hand was behind her head whilst the other was placed on her waist. His eyes were full concentrated on her, memorizing her almost, savouring her every feature before finally settling on her lips once more.

"What are you doing to me, Yeseul?"