"Morning," Junho’s voice is rough with sleep, yet it carries a warmth that wraps around Yoona like a comforting blanket. “You know, you’re even more beautiful in the soft light of dawn.”  

Back in her hotel room, Yoona stares at the screen of her phone, Junho’s message glaring back at her. Yoona’s disappointment turns to pain as she sees the notification.   “Sorry, love. Dinner ran late. Miss you.”

(a collection of JunNa drabbles & oneshots based on prompts I find online.)