sae's wife 🫦

he smells like the ocean. salty, fresh. warm. sae hovers over your resting body, one hand on the pillow by your head and the other finding your side, thumb stroking you soothingly.

it isn’t a bad way to wake up, you think. it’s so dark and all you see are cool, sea green eyes.

“did I wake you?” he murmurs.

“you must’ve been trying to.”

“mm. no, not really.” sae isn’t smiling, but his eyes are so tender, almost. or as soft as you’ve ever seen them. “maybe.”

“rude. I was dreaming.”

“hopefully, something good.” it’s whispers, soft in the dark night. you feel his forehead against yours, his hand cradling your back, and it’s like you never woke. “shouldn’t be having nightmares.”

“no. it was good.” you bite your lip sleepily, and his thumb gently tugs it free. soothingly strokes it. “it was you.”

“me?”

“missed you.”

“I know, baby.” it’s so hushed and sweet, that you’d never have expected it from him. it feels more like a dream than ever. but you feel his body lay beside you, his arm around you, his kiss on your forehead, and it’s real.