I was just picturing KangTeuk in the morning... It was just that simple..
You know the times when you wake up in the morning and the morning ray is too bright that you can’t open your eyes, but when you do, you see someone on your bed, sleeping peacefully beside you?
For the twentieth time, it happens to me. Usually, he wakes up before me, but it just happens that I wake up earlier than him this morning.
And when I open my eyes, the first thing I see is his soft, brown, fairly long hair. Automatically a smile escapes from my face, because I know that it belongs to no other than my dearest.
I look down to see his (naked) figure covers by white blanket that he bought for our housewarming. Slowly, I inches closer to him until his back touches my chest. I take a whiff of his natural scent as I slip my arm into the blanket and place it over his slender waist. Using my other arm, I props my head with my elbow on the soft pillow.
Gently, I make an imaginary circle on his lean tummy with my palm. Even though he looks like he is still in dreamland, he knows it is me who is touching him, who is lying next to him, and who will always be by his side.
When I bring up my palm to his chest, my thumb brushes one of his nipples. I see he gasps a little, his chest heaves a bit, and his fist clenches onto the white bed sheet. His body is so used to all my touch that even a feather-like can bring up a reaction in him.
Speaking of that, I see his eyebrows starts to furrow and a soft moan comes out from his throat. Knowing that he is about to rise any second, I take back my hand and turn my back against him, pretending that I am still sleeping.
Without opening his eyes, he sits up straight and stretches out his arms. He rubs his face with his palms and takes a long, deep breath. After he can open his eyes properly, he looks over my side to check whether I am still sleeping or not. Hoping that he buys my act, I close my eyes and breathe steadily.
He brings up a hand and run his fingers through my black hair. He then bends forward and kisses my temple, like he always does every morning. Carefully, he lifts up the blanket covering his body and gets out from the bed. He picks up his pyjama at his feet, and then mine which is not far from his.
As he walks to the bathroom with the clothes in his hands, he looks over at me again. Luckily I manage to close my eyes before he notices. A smile comes out from his lips, which I can’t see. He opens the bathroom door, throws the dirty draws into a basket under the counter, and closes the door.
I open my eyes in time as he shuts the door. I try to not make any noise as I lift up the blanket from my body. My plan is to sneak into the bathroom and ambush him while he is having his morning shower when I hear –
“Kangin, I know you are up already. Hurry up before I lock the door.”
Not wasting any time, I jump out of the bed and rushes into the bathroom.
And then some...