Sunlight filtered in through the soft white blinds, dapping on the bodies that lay snuggled under the sheets.

She was the first to wake, the light dancing on her lashes coaxing them from the arms of sleep. She twisted within the warm embrace of tangled limbs, stretching herself till the soft clicks of her bones stirring from slumber satisfied her ears.

She'd found herself on her side, met with soft lips and the face of a boy who radiated light. She felt the arms behind her, around her waist -tighten. Arms belonging to a boy afraid that the singing of early birds would signal the flight of his lover.

Namjoon's breath felt warm against her neck, ghosting over the pink and purple hues that bloomed having been planted in the hours of midnight. The mumbled sweet nothings of the boy still clinging to the fringes of sleep made her giggle.

Her sound as dolce as rain leaving dewdrops on morning grass stirred the orange haired boy. His eyes opened -perplexed, his gaze shifting to rest on the one that had so softly awakened his heart. His fingers brushed her fading sunrise pink strands of hair that haloed the pillows. She smiled at him, and Hobi felt air fill his lungs. He pulled her closer, though any space between them had already disappeared from the devilish deeds the night had brought. He placed his lips on the tip of her nose, and she scrunched it and he knew he could not love anyone as much as he did her right then.

Exchanged kisses and muffled laughter, led the second boy from his dreams. He woke to the squirm of her body as Hobi's fingers lazily danced along her sides. Namjoon's sleepy grumbles drawn out by the innocent sway of her hips against him.

"Baby girl" Joon whined

Her body froze and her face remained hidden in the crook of the sunshine boys neck.

She feigned sleep once more, the steady rhythm of her breathing -a lullaby to the warm bodies around her. Luring them all to sleep, till the hours of noon woke them again.


I wrote this story for someone who was really special to me, she was gentle and soft and kind and taught me how to appreciate these goofballs

she's gone now and I'm left with her love for the 94 line