Yiyoung reached out and touched Muyeol’s hair, the soft strands wrapped around her hand. He always looked like a little kid when he slept. Perhaps it was because his eyes were closed, but he looked so peaceful and naive compared with when he had his all-time blank face. But it was understandable for him to be that way; his childhood was never peaceful.

It was the same for Yiyoung. But her situation had also been a lot different; she’d enjoyed her life as a child. She’d lived her life with curiosity, and she did what she wanted to do. Though she’d been busy living like an adult when she was young, she realized that the child inside herself was still alive.

“I wish you were like this, too. I wish your expression would be the same when you’re awake,” Yiyoung whispered as she stroked his hair.

Suddenly, Muyeol stretched out an arm to wrap around her waist and pulled her close to him.

Startled, Yiyoung asked, “Did I wake you up?”

He pulled her even closer to him, and Yiyoung rested her face on his chest. He said, “No, I need to wake up now. I have plans today.”

Muyeol’s lips lifted into an alluring smile. Yiyoung looked at his smile and fell in love with it. She wanted to possess it. Then, Yiyoung pressed down on his chest with her chin as if stamping on it.

“What time is it…” he asked..

“It’s 6 o’ clock right now. Go back to sleep,” she said.

Though she told him to sleep, her actions didn’t match her words at all. She stroked his body, which was waking him up.

Muyeol turned to wrap a hand around her face as he looked at her with those sleepy black eyes. Yiyoung stared back at him.

As she looked at him, every feature of his was engraved in her mind; the sleepy eyes, the overnight stubble, the seductive twist of his lips, and his messy hair. Her heart thumped as her lips raised into a smile, feeling as if every moment she spent with him was special. The fact that she was with Muyeol made her feel happier than anything.

‘I just realized…’ Yiyoung thought, ‘I’m in love.’

Yiyoung straddled his stomach and lowered her head. Her long hair fell around her face like curtains. This time, Muyeol wrapped her face with both his hands. Her fingers danced over her eyebrows, eyes, cheeks, chin, and then her lips.

Yiyoung grabbed his hand with a big smile, and then dragged it downward. Their hands went past her breasts—which Muyeol fondled for a while—and then past her curvy waist.

Muyeol slowly moved his hands all over her body before pulling her face toward him. Their lips laid on top of each other softly. Yiyoung took in his breath. It was then she realized that what she felt was love.

Yiyoung probed with her tongue and wet Muyeol’s lips.

She also realized that the reason why she felt that time was passing by so fast was because she was so in love with him.

Muyeol stuck out his tongue and tugged hers into his mouth. His touch was growing hotter, and Yiyoung almost felt like fainting from how satisfied he was making her feel. Her breath turned hot and sweet. She wished Muyeol was happy because of her.

‘I love you, Cha Muyeol,’ she thought.

Yiyoung’s breath turned shaky as Muyeol’s touch pleased her, feeling as if the wild waves of the ocean surrounded her. She didn’t wait anymore, moving to touch him as well: his neck, collarbone, chest, and…

She changed the position courageously, not even an ounce of hesitation in her movement. Although she’d never learned about it before, her body instinctively knew what it needed to do. Muyeol reacted intensely, his own movement changing with it.

Yiyoung poured out all love for him without feeling embarrassed. She wondered where her limits lied when it came to loving someone. She believed she could do anything for him as long it made him happy.

‘Because of love…’ she thought, ‘Because I love you, I want to give you my everything. I want to give myself to you.’