morning. [ mingyu ver. ]
seventeen.he realizes that it’s the small moments that matter. the ones that are so normal that they seem insignificant—
but to him, they are everything. whether it’s seeing the sun rise in the morning with you in his arms, whether it’s drinking coffee in silence.
it means the world to him.
because it’s difficult to remain at your side; with this hectic schedule, each moment is passing far too quickly for his liking.
and now he’s lying next to you, nestled comfortably in the white sheets. his eyes do not leave you,
brown hues taking in the peaceful countenance you hold. his lips purse in attempt to contain a smile,
a finger moving a lock of hair away from your face– but ah, you’ve woken up now.
he almost feels bad for a moment; his eyes widen slightly at what he’s done, but when you realize how close he is to you,
your startled expression is all too amusing. he smiles at you– a smile that seems too bright–
blinding like the sun that greets you when you first wake.
“good morning.” he says, and his voice is teasing, yet affection lingers within.
you can’t help but laugh.
“good morning, mingyu.”
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