Cat Hwa 😽

The sunlight caught the natural highlights in his honey-brown hair. Jongho's smile outdid the sun itself as he giggled at the joke you made.

All around you bees and butterflies lazily floated about, gracing the wildflowers like little ornaments on a tree. Fluffy white clouds drifted in front of the sun, offering temporary reprieve from the oppressive rays.

Jongho took your hand in his, his elegant fingers wrapping yours in safety. You smiled, eyes meeting his. The picnic you packed was set out, ready for you to dig in.

But Jongho wanted something else for his birthday first. He leaned in, cheeks tinged with pink like this was your first kiss all over again. He tasted of honey. You imagined the clouds in the sky couldn't compare to the softness of him, of his lips capturing yours, of his hand holding yours, of his hair cascading through your fingertips.