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Changbin sat still, staring out the window, the curtains still drawn. Only a few slivers of sunlight managed to sneak through the brownish cream fabric that covered the windows in Hyunjin's apartment. From the way the light filtered in, Changbin guessed it was getting close to morning. Or maybe noon? He didn’t really care.
He kept staring at the window, lost in thought, until suddenly Hyunjin shifted in his arms, moving and turning until they were face-to-face.
Changbin looked down and smiled as he saw Hyunjin smile back at him. He placed a soft kiss on the top of Hyunjin’s head, then started tracing his fingers gently along Hyunjin’s back. Hyunjin responded by running his hand over Changbin's chest. They stayed like that, in silence, neither of them making a move to break it. Only their eyes locked, and their hands continued to explore, tender and slow.
Ever since Changbin had made Hyunjin his fiancé, mornings like this had become a regular thing between them. They’d both wake up, but instead of rushing into anything, they just spent the time staring at each other’s faces. And both of them knew—deep down—that this was their favorite part of the day. The simplicity of it: just waking up, not saying a word, and letting the quiet moments stretch on.
Changbin never really knew what was going through Hyunjin’s mind during moments like these, and he never asked. As for Changbin, when he found himself in these quiet, intimate moments, his thoughts often drifted to the person he was holding right now. He’d think about things like when he’d finally be able to officially call Hyunjin his husband. Or how beautiful Hyunjin looked in the morning light. And sometimes, like now, he’d remember back to the first time they’d met, back in high school.
Back then, he never would’ve imagined that someone like Hyunjin—so different from him in every way, in personality and lifestyle—would be someone he could actually have. But here he was, Hyunjin, the person Changbin once thought would be impossible to have, comfortably nestled in his arms.
Changbin’s hand shifted from Hyunjin’s back to his face, tracing every contour of it. His fingers lingered, silently appreciating the beauty of Hyunjin’s features. Seriously, he couldn’t help but think—he was probably the luckiest guy in the world.
"Changbin,"
"Hm?"
"What are you thinking about?"
"Nothing. You?"
"Nothing."
They fell silent again, slipping back into their usual rhythm—just staring at each other, softly touching.
But this time, it didn’t last long. Changbin’s stomach growled loudly, breaking the silence.
"Wanna have some waffles, Binnie?"
"With ice cream?"
"Of course."
"Alright, I'll have some. Thank you, baby."