She'd been enjoying her first cup of caffeine of the day, staring out the window in the living room when she heard his voice.

"You know, I had the greatest incoherent thought last night."

Junghee was about to turn around, but a pair of arms around her waist kept her in place, as well as bringing to her attention that the body behind her was half .

Minho rested his chin on her shoulder, and she couldn't help but assume he must have looked ridiculous all hunched over to do so.

"Really," she mumbled flatly into her coffee cup with a smile playing on her lips, deciding to humour him.

"Mm," he replied, nuzzling her neck while breathing in deeply, nearly knocking the mug in her hand to the floor. "I woke up randomly at some ungodly hour of the night and happened to glance over to the other side of my bed and saw the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen in my life, right there, only inches away from me, with a book in her hands."

Junghee rolled her eyes despite her grin, and Minho stopped her from pushing him away.

"Wait, wait, lemme give you details," he insisted, hugging her even closer. "This girl, noona; wow, this girl. She had the prettiest hair; long curls in a gorgeous shade of chocolate brown, falling down her shoulders, and she had an amazing figure, all curvy and toned, not to mention the fact that she was wearing my shirt, so she looked about ten times hotter."

Junghee was giggling now, hiding her face behind her hand and trying to get Minho's mouth away from her ear, but he wasn't having it.

"It gets better, trust me; so she notices me staring at her with my mouth open like an idiot and she turns to me and gives me the sweetest smile, I swear, you'd get cavities. I thought her profile was perfect but she looked like an angel when she looked back at me, the whole package; flawless teeth, skin, lips, eyes, everything." Minho paused to take the mug from Junghee's hands before she decided to dump the rest of her coffee over his head–if she could reach that high–and move it to the safer location of the low table beside them. He moved in front of her then, taking her wrists in his hands with an infuriatingly adorable grin on his face.

She wouldn't admit it, but just the sight of him never failed to take her breath away. He was just too much to take in all at once; gorgeous enough to begin with but so much better after the night they shared. His hair, always kept in order, was now tugged into some discernible style, making him look more childlike than he already did, what with brown eyes that nearly took up half his face. His abused lips were curved into a heart-melting smile that Junghee couldn't help but fall enslaved to every time she saw it and the smooth expanse of his neck and chest was littered with dozens of marks, ranging anywhere from pink to a darker purple, contrasting beautifully against the ivory of his skin.

She really didn't expect to be able to hold herself back, which was probably a good thing. Setting oneself up for disappointment was always a bad idea.

"Hey..." Minho mumbled as best as he could with Junghee's lips on his. "I wasn't...done telling you...about..." He let out a muffled noise of defeat after a few seconds, letting go of her wrists to cradle her head in his hands, and in turn her hands went to his shoulders for leverage while she stretched up on her toes to minimize the space between them.

Minho rested his forehead against Junghee's when they parted, both his lungs and mind made empty with plush lips and an eager tongue, hands falling uselessly to his sides.

"A-about...what?" He stuttered, causing a smirk to appear on Junghee's face.

"It's okay, I know what happened," she assured, drawing lazy circles on Minho's shoulders with her index fingers.

Minho blinked once, looking confused before he caught up. "But can't you give me a reminder so I can at least finish?" He requested, his hands finding their way to Junghee's hips, his bottom lip forming a pout.

She pursed her lips to mimic his own, but agreed with a nod. "...the beautiful girl, she caught you staring, right?" At Minho's hum, she continued. "So she puts her book down and smiles and tells you to go back to sleep..." She paused to card her fingers through his hair. "...and she pushed your hair back before giving you a kiss."

"Mm, she was good at that," Minho mused, eyes slipping closed at the memory. Or perhaps at the feeling of Junghee's fingers making his hair messier than before. "I remember now."

Junghee patted his cheek, waiting for him to continue.

"She let me put my head on her lap like a six year old," Minho chuckled, his head moving to Junghee's shoulder. "She certainly had talent, too; she sang me to sleep, and she sounded like she should've been the lead vocalist of the best girls' group in Korea."

Junghee hummed, amused, bringing Minho closer against her as a sign of gratitude without interrupting him.

"I wanted to focus on her singing and how her hands felt in my hair but really, I was thinking about how I managed to pull off getting such a perfect being in my bed. Then the best part," Minho said excitedly, raising his head from her shoulder with wide eyes and another grin, taking her head in his hands again. "I remembered she was Kim Junghee, and that she'd been my girlfriend for the last three years."

"You're ridiculous." Junghee giggled again, only to be cut off with a shriek when Minho swiftly tossed her over his shoulder.

A collection of curses and threats came from Junghee's lips, all which Minho cooly ignored.

"That's just what you do to me," he sighed, retorting to her previous statement as if unaware of Junghee's protests.

He chuckled when Junghee asked what on earth he was doing and replied with–as if it answered everything–,

"This is how I got my beautiful girl in bed last night, remember?"

Junghee gave up at that, ceasing her squirming and her shouts (perhaps more so because she suddenly recalled the time she'd nearly made Minho drop her on the floor by accident, but they didn't talk about that), opting for quieter grumbles and complaints instead, until Minho carefully laid her down on his bed.

He stopped for a moment after that, Junghee noted, his eyes not meeting hers but rather raking down her body, just like he knew she hated.

Shame wasn't something that came easily to Junghee, particularly with her body. She was aware of the amount of people who would kill to have a figure at least similar to hers, and if she ever thought otherwise, Minho would be there to disagree. There was something different about this though; lying in Minho's bed while he looked at every inch of her with such intensity, than say, walking around his or her apartment wearing next to nothing only because she didn't feel like wearing more.

She thought maybe it was because she wasn't trying. She wasn't making an attempt to be y or cute like she usually did when he wore his shirts that were several sizes too big and came down to her knees, it was just the first thing she picked up because she was freezing and Minho kept moving around. She wasn't even trying to look nice; she'd woken up less than a half hour ago and hadn't so much as looked in a mirror.

And yet, here he was, her model-esque giant of a boyfriend taking in every detail of her very being, and she felt so cherished and appreciated and self-conscious that she tugged on the hem of the shirt in order to bring it down more as a hot blush found its way to her face.

Minho raised an eyebrow when she made an escape under the blanket, pulling it up to her shoulders and pouting.

"Why are you suddenly so modest?" He teased, sliding the blanket down a few inches.

"Because you're looking at me," she sniffed, bringing the comforter back up, this time to her nose.

"I'm not allowed to look at you?" Minho frowned. He moved the blanket again, successfully enough to make it easier to slip underneath with Junghee.

"Not when you're doing it like that," she grumbled, shifting the sheets to make everything more comfortable.

"Like how?" He blinked, feigning innocence.

She narrowed her eyes. "You know how."

"But I can't help it," Minho insisted, his face finding a comfortable place in the crook of her neck. "My noona's too pretty..." She felt him smile against her skin.

"Since when do I belong to anyone but myself?" Junghee muttered stubbornly as she ran her hands through his hair.

"Since you told me you loved me." He chuckled, and Junghee wanted to say that it wasn't that easy but really it was.

"You said it first," she retorted instead, resting her cheek in his hair.

"I always say it first," Minho reminded her with a soft kiss to the bottom of her jaw, making her pout, even though he couldn't see it.

"Stop making me feel bad," she whispered more to herself, but because of their closeness Minho heard and raised his head, the corner of his mouth curving down.

"I've told you before," Minho murmured, rubbing his thumb over her cheek soothingly. "I don't care about things like that." He spoke with a gentle tone that only voiced the truth, but with an air of finality as assurance of his opinion. "I was just making a point," he added with a small smile, right before he leaned down and kissed her still-protruding bottom lip. "Okay?"

She sighed softly. "Okay."

Satisfyed, Minho returned to his previous postion, snuggling closer when Junghee linked her arms around his shoulders.

"Hey, Min?" She said quietly, staring up at the ceiling.

Minho hummed, but didn't move.

"I love you."

He paused for a moment, then let out a puff of air from between his lips.

"I love you, too."