morning call

Giggles.

It's the first thing he hears as he blinks open one eye, then the other when the giggles stop abruptly, and the bed moves as the person next to him shifts closer.

He looks up and smiles at her. "Morning."

Byulyi leans forward and pecks his lips. "Hello, handsome."

He snorts, unprepared by the grease attack in the early morning. One of his hands reaches out and pulls her down, positioning her head atop his bare chest. Byulyi huffs in mock annoyance while she settles into a more comfortable position.

Minhyuk watches with great amusement as his wife fusses with the stubborn blanket, wondering if this particular side of hers will disappear someday. They have been married for a month and a half, yet she is still shy whenever he devours her body with his gaze.

"Leave it," he says, grinning cheekily at the scowl she throws at him, "I love seeing you like this."

She punches his shoulder. "Men."

"Well, a man—and a husband at that—won’t deny a beautiful view such as this," he remarks, his fingers tracing the smooth skin of her back. She squirms, biting her lip to stifle her moan at his touch. Minhyuk's fingers travel upward, and stop at her neck. Their eyes meet; love and desire in his, love and wonder in hers. He smiles again, pulling her into a searing kiss that stirs his blood. Before he can roll her over and continues this to a morning love-making session, she withdraws, breathing harshly into the space between them.

Minhyuk grins lazily as he stares at her; the blush on her cheeks, eyes that look so dark in the morning light, strands of blonde hair she stubbornly keeps frames her beautiful face... He never feels so blessed in his life before.

"Beautiful," he whispers, tenderness evident in his voice. "And mine."

Byulyi blushes at the compliment, and smiles at his next words.

"You're mine too, handsome."