What started as a light drizzle turns into a full downpour, and that's what wakes him up this morning. The sound of the rain takes his petulance away, and he shuts off his phone before his alarm can go off, but not before he checks the time.

11 o' clock.

His breath is audible and relaxed, as he listens to the water hitting the sink in his bathroom, and the pavement outside.

In between those noises, he can clearly make out the sound of her bare feet hitting the floor as she walks back. Through his half-lidded eyes he sees her lean over to look out the window, wearing nothing but his large T-shirt. She doesn't draw the curtains, only pulls it back enough to look out. He takes in her tanged hair, her voice thick from sleep as she hums lowly, and his messy room.

He likes things exactly the way they are right now.

"Miya," Joonmyun calls out to her.

Slowly, she turns around on her toes, smiling at the sight of him looking so pink under the weight of the white sheets in this dim room. Joonmyun really hopes that she won't mind the messy surroundings as he watches her crawl into his bed again.

Miya closes her eyes but not quite. She still wants to look at him.

"Come here," he lazily says before pulling her on top of his warm body. With a soft laugh, she leans in to kiss him. She can feel him smile into the kiss and she pulls away.

"What?"

He looks at her, still smiling as he run