A/N: Sorry, wasn't really into making the KyuYoung one yet so postponed it. This one is kinda long...so read this when you have time lol xP BTW, I did not proof read this thing...since I'm just updating this spontaenously out of no where and I don't have the time to correct things. Err hopefully i made it somewhat clear? o.O

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The shrieking of the alarm clock pierces through the silent room everyday at exactly 7:00AM, but it is only her that wakes up.

She holds him tightly in her arms, leaving barely any space separating their two bodies.

His soft breathing brushes slowly upon her face as his heartbeat is slightly felt as she places her palm against his chest.

The warmth of his body on her skin leaves a tingling sensation like a summer ray's kiss on one's cheeks.

She smiles at his sleeping face, a gentle angel so peaceful and solemn.

She brings his face closer, analyzing his every line. She leaves a trail of sweet kisses on his forehead.

Upon her action, his face crinkles like a raisin. With heavy eyelids, he peeks open as the bright grazes of canary yellows reflect from the bedroom window.

First thing in the morning, he welcomes her with his loving smile.

"Am I that handsome that you just absolutely have to kiss me and wake me up at such an ungodly hour?!"

“Well if you weren’t, you sure wouldn’t be lying next to me right now.”

The two smile at each other like a pair of innocent children.

Together, they rise out of bed and fluff their pillows in a cohesive manner before heading over to their master bathroom. They stand before the mirror both brushing their teeth with each matching. As usual, he finishes just a tad bit before her and finds the opportunity to sneak in a little back hug before heading downstairs.

“I’ll prepare something sweet for my sweetheart.”

He kisses her gently upon her neck line making her blush a lavender pink tint.

She watches him leave the room through the mirror reflection and thinks,

“No one compliments me as much as him.”

Although often corny and filled with cheese, his sweetness towards her has never been questioned.

As she pats her face dry from the sprinkles of refreshing water, a sudden queasiness takes over her. Her vision becomes slightly blurred as the walls around her turn into mush. She stumbles onto the floor slowly and finds herself vomiting into the bathroom toilet before everything turns back to the way it once was.

Downstairs, he toasts a pair of bread to a golden shade as sparkling to that of her skin tone. He professionally turns over the egg omelet that she so often devoured in delight. The kitchen is filled with mouth watering aromas that easily leaves one wanting for more.

The sound of the toast pops up, but before he can turn around to plate it, he finds her munching away like a chipmunk.

“I couldn’t help myself...” She innocently says as she continues to nibble on the grain.

“I wonder why we even have plates.” He laughs out loud while he brings her the pan fried omelet that he begins to push onto a serving bowl.

Her eyes twinkle in delight and she motions him to just bring the pan straight over to her, “Honey, I don’t know why that is either.”

Her impatience to eat food is extremely less tolerant today than any other day. Her appetite as well seems to be much more distinct, as she shoves two more slices of bread to be toasted.

The house phone rings abruptly at that moment and they both stare in its direction. It was rare for their household to receive a call so early in the morning. They quarrel a cute couple fight for a second or two before he eventually loses to her almighty bickering that no one can stand up to. He trudges towards the phone as she smirks and continues eating with much force.

He picks up the phone and answers somewhat tiredly. The voice on the other hand is one that he has been waiting to hear from for the past few days. As usual, the voice is stern and professional. With each sentence that comes out from that voice, he turns his body slightly to the side and sees her in the corner of his eyes. Slowly, they begin to water with salty tears forming by the second. The line goes flat and he finds great difficulty to place it back into its cradle. His feet turn heavy and he feels like he’s sinking into the hardwood floors.

He places himself into the empty bar stool next to her and runs his hand through her bed head hair that seems to never get tangled no matter how oddly she slept the night before.

“I’m not sharing!” She quickly shouts as she