Sunshine

Chapter 14

I wake up to a bright glow from the sunlight seeping through the windows. A nice warmth consuming my back. I turn around, surprised, to find Hoseok fast asleep with his arm draped over my waist. I thought he would have gone back to his room by now. My heart melts; he stayed with me all night.

His mouth is slightly parted with a clear line of saliva in the corner. "Oh, that's attractive." The room is silent; the faint sound of birds chirping outside, along with his even breathing and light snores as he slept. I can't help but smile at the sight.

"What would I do without you?" I mumble.

The corners of his mouth curl up in the smallest grin, and his grip around me tightens. He must have heard me. I can tell Hoseok was still sound asleep, he looked so peaceful.

"You're really mine." I lightly chuckle to myself. My little ball of sunshine.

I turn myself around so that I'm entirely facing him and snuggle up against his chest, soaking up this wonderful moment. I bring my hand up to him and gently trace his face.

His features were always soft and perfect; a simple touch of his skin felt so delicate and smooth. The lighting from the windows made him look almost like a porcelain doll. And his skin is so beautiful, I've always been envious— of all the members' skin.

I trace his forehead, moving the hair out of his eyes, and slowly bring my fingers down the sides of his long face and to his sharp jawline. His cheeks had the slightest bit of chubbiness, you could really tell when you were close up or when he smiled extremely wide, showing off his little dimples. Then I started to go over his sweet, thin, rosebud lips. They were soft, the bottom lip was more plump than the top, which had a tiny little freckle on the edge, everything about them was perfect to me. He was perfect.

He started to squirm from the tickle of my touch, causing his hair to fall again, but didn't wake up. I gently brush his hair out of his eyes again, combing the rogue strands under control with my fingers— the light changing its color into a sweet copper— I loved playing with his hair it was always so soft.

"Someone likes my hair." He said in a soothing morning voice. His eyes flutter open, immediately landing on me, and he gave me a sleepy grin and brought his hand up to my cheek. The whole side of my face is covered with the warmth of his large hand. He drew circles with his thumb on my cheekbone.

"Morning sunshine," I greet him. Hoseok sat up and stretches, letting out a big obnoxiously loud yawn, and falls back into the covers. Propping himself up with his elbow he looks down at me. After a while, I start to feel a little self-conscious and look away, "W-what?"

He quickly plants his lips against mine taking me by surprise. I can feel his smile against my lips as I kiss him back. "Morning, puddin'," he greets back flashing me a smile.

I raise an eyebrow and sit up. "Did you just call me puddin'?" I chuckle, scrunching my nose.

He smirks. "Would you rather me say—"

"DON'T even think about it." I warn. He looks at me cute and innocently, "Think about what?"

I shake my head, "You're such a dork, did you know that?" I stretch trying to rub the sleep off.

Hoseok throws an arm around my shoulders with a bright smile on his face. "And you are a clumsy olive." He kisses my cheek.

My eyebrows furrow, my blood began to boil, as I glare at him— an idea pops into my head. I unhook his arm from around me and turn towards him, quickly straddling him.

"Ollie? W-what are you doing?" He asked, thrown off guard by my sudden actions.

Ignoring his question, I wrap my arms around his neck, and gently roam my hands over his chest and shoulders. "Oh? Is that what you think of me, huh?" I spoke with a soft, low tone trying to be sexy, "Your little clumsy olive."