70 Sun and Storms.

The Sun had seeped in past the heavy grey curtains and filled the room with light. 

Birds were sat over the wooden handrails, serenading the duo that laid in bed, asleep. 

One of them was knocked out cold and yet, the other hadn't slept a wink, all night.

The one who'd laid in bed, shifting and turning and tossing had a heart that beat at an insane rate, coating all his extremities in a rouge hue. 

It was none other than love-struck Min Yun Ki, who'd stayed awake under the covers, facing his wife, who clutched his hand and used the palm as a pillow. 

He was inches away from her.

He replayed the scenes from last night. 

The way they'd been slotted against each other, achingly close. 

Their breaths, the ones that had intermingled and lips that plummeted from the constant nipping and sucking. 

The room was filled with mewls of eachotehr's names, slipping and rolling off of each other's tongues like honey.