You lie entwined with Yongguk on the plush couch as the pair of you drift comfortably between consciousness and dreams, the soft pattering of rain outside drumming a steady lullaby. 

Yongguk’s chest rises and falls slowly against your back while he mindlessly traces gentle patterns onto your warmed skin. He nuzzles his face into your neck, placing chaste kisses onto your pulse, and you giggle at the tickling sensation of his stubble. You feel the low chuckle in his chest before you hear it.

“I wish we could be like this every day,” he whispers against your cheek.

You encircle your fingers around his wrist and pull his arm tighter around you, “Me too, but for now let’s stay like this for the rest of the day.”

“I like the sound of that,” Yongguk says, pulling the blanket from the back of the couch over your bodies. Embraced within the warm confines of the man you love you relent to the lull of the rain