#hoshi text posts

soonyoung closed his eyes as soon as the skin of his forehead met with the warmth of your palm. you caressed his forehead along with his cheek, re-arranging his bangs that remained half-sticking to his forehead and half standing in the air.

in return, soonyoung felt his own hand moving on their own. coming out of the blanket, he placed his own palm against the side of your face. under his skin, he felt the lift of your cheekbones, the trough of your eyes, your skin that was oozing with warmth so gentle it felt like velvet. the tip of his thumb ended up caressing the corner of your lips that was currently a little chapped, but he didn`t mind. he would still kiss you. he was just simply worried about his own puffed-up lips, almost looking like a bee stung him in the sleep.

after a while of caressing the side of your face, his hand moved down, tracing your side jaw, the skin of your neck, that sweet spot where he would kiss you before a good night sleep or when he hugs you from the back, he would always let his nose nibble at that spot and proceed to kiss you right there. he loved the feeling of you curling right in his arms when he does that. he would just simple hug your tighter when that happens moving his lips to kiss your ears.

his hand moved down further against your arm and then finally it met the small of your back as he pushed you a little more against him.

when you finally rested your palm against his cheek, soonyoung moved his head a bit to place a kiss against the skin of your palm. you smiled at him when he opened his eyes to look at your after the kiss.

soonyoung wanted for the world to stop right at this moment because the way you look at him now, it`s so loving, he doesn`t never want to stop you from looking at him like this. at this moment, soonyoung realized how much thankful he is for this moment to come in his life, for someone like you to come into his life and accept every bit of his into yours.

you made it look so easy―accepting all of his colours into your own bucket of paint. he never imagined love with you will be this slow, this feeling of being on his tippy toes, this random palm against his cheeks at seven in the morning or you surprise him by cooking his favourite food even when you don`t even like cooking or as simple as his arm resting on the curve of your body. he`s thankful you do these all for him and with him; somehow every time he looks at you, he wants to give back you something which is more than enough.

soonyoung just simply wants to cross every limit for you and of course, mostly for your smile.

but at present, he was thinking about what should he say to you now. should he greet you a good morning or just say how last night`s dinner at the local restaurant was so good he slept well after a long time?

you were looking at soonyoung and you knew he was probably thinking about something. probably something of how to say literally anything right now. you could see it through him and it`s strange because you never really notice such stuff with anyone else.

it`s like you suddenly have this superpower when it comes to soonyoung. when he`s in front of you, you become someone looking at a glass which reflects rainbows of emotions. it`s kinda corny to think like this but it`s okay as long as it`s for soonyoung. you`re sure he`s probably thinking of you in a cornier way.

before soonyoung could do anything or say anything, you moved your body a little lower and snuggled against his chest which was so warm you almost felt like your face was heating up. soonyoung pushing the blanket down a bit, he watched you with your eyes closed, calm washing over your face and simply taking in the heat from his heart.

at this moment, all soonyoung could do was put his chin on top of your head and close his eyes again and go into the dreamland yet again because apparently today`s good morning is going to have to wait a bit. there`s been a bit of a delay in its arrival.