The sunlight shone brightly through the stained glass, all of them bearing some form of religious meaning, I could not help but giggle slightly at the contrast between that and what Chanyeol and I had done last night.

The very thought of Chanyeol made me gaze at the bed, he was no longer sleeping in the sheets, I sat up then immediately my focus was trained on the piano. 

Chanyeol was sitting there, the stained glass created various shapes and colors against his body, his fingers lightly tracing the black and white keys. Smiling, I walked over to him, wrapping my arms around his waist and pressing my lips against his neck and shoulder; he relaxed at the touch and rubbed his hands over mine. 



“How did you sleep?” He asked, his voice was soothing, the rage that he felt last night had evaporated from him and all that remained now was something softer, less harsh.

“Very well thank you.” I replied politely, etiquette still snaking its way to me. Chanyeol chuckled and lifted my arms away from his body, pulling me towards his lap. 

His skin felt warm as he wrapped his arms around my waist, he kissed the back of my shoulders and lightly brushing away my hair that got in the way. His fingers traced along my spine, as I looked over at his music sheets, he was writing a new piece, notes were crossed and new ones replaced them.

I winced when Chanyeol brushed his fingertips over a particularly sensitive spot of my back, h