Hello! I hope you guys aren't sick of me yet ~ We're so close to 30 chapters ;0; I haven't written a story this long in a while. Feels nice~~

I do not own MM!

I smiled as I read my book, my back propped against a tree. The breeze caused my hair to tickle my cheeks, but I couldn't help but enjoy the sensation. My free hand was running slowly through Yoosung's hair, whose head was laid in my lap, his eyes staring up at the sky. We had sat like this for hours, just relaxing in the park, wallowing in the shade of this tree.

"Saeran?"

I closed my book, looking down at him, locking my gaze on his purple orbs, blinking up at me slowly.

"Did I ever tell you how much I used to hate the sky?"

I shook my head, continuing to massage Yoosung's scalp, raking my fingers gently through his blonde locks.

"No. Why did you?"

He broke my gaze, continuing to look back at the sky, bringing one of his hands up, the backs of his knuckles brushing my knee.

"When I thought Rika had died... I felt so scared and unsure anytime I looked up at it. Like I was lost, and I couldn't find my way. Rika used to always talk about the sky, and loved it- so after she left- well, when I thought she did- It was so hard to look at it without feeling uneasy."

I hummed low in my throat, rubbing my thumb just below his ear, and his eyes fluttered closed for a moment, nuzzling into my touch.

"I had strong feelings about the sky too, but in a very different way."

He brought his hand up to meet my wrist, stroking the skin of my arm tenderly, smiling up at me.

"Tell me about it."

I smiled down at him, his gaze intently focusing on me. I looked up at the sky this time, the clouds rolling lazily across the blue expanse.

"When we were younger, and our mother would leave for long periods of time, Saeyoung would help me sneak outside with him. Not to do anything bad- just little things, like take me for ice cream. I remember one day in specific, he was carrying me on his back, and I was staring at the sky- the blue above us was so clear, the clouds moving gently along. I asked Saeyoung if the clouds changed every day- he just said they all looked the same to him, so he never noticed- but I did. I felt happy watching the clouds change and grow every day."

I smiled back down at Yoosung, his eyes staring at me, fondness lying in their depths as I spoke.

"The sky always made me feel hopeful. Even when hope felt like a pipe dream. I lost that hope for a while- a long while... But," I leaned down, placing a tender kiss on Yoosung's nose, and he giggled softly, his cheeks tinted pink, "Here you are- with me. You're my hope." My voice was a whisper, my eyes refusing to look away from his own, a thrill running through me as he gave me a loving smile, his cheeks becoming an even deeper blush.

"Saeran... Maybe someday I can look at the sky with that kind of hope, too."

I laced my fingers into his, squeezing gently, my smile never leaving my face.

"We can find it together."

Eeee ;0; cute tender sunshine Yooran aw aw.

I just wanna write about these two forever ;0;

~Pixil-8