Parallel Universe

Requested: N/A
Genre: Fluff
Context: You have been in a relationship with Chaewon for a couple months.
POV: Second Person
Word Count: 1328
A/N: Hey. This is WonTomi8's editor, Kafu. The Author is feeling a little under the weather, so I prepared this quick one-shot as a late present. Happy Holidays! I hope you enjoy this.
(This is not a one-to-one of the music video. It just takes the idea.)
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"Y/n~"

You take a deep breath. Soft groans escape through your nose as you shift in your spot. You flip your pillow in search of a cold spot, sighing with the return of the morning silence.

"Y/n~ Wake up~"

Chaewon's silky morning voice caresses your ear, filling your groggy heart with a fuzzy warmth. She crawls closer to you, gradually waking you with each tiny grunt.

"Babe~"

You bite the inside of your lip, hoping you can do your best to suppress the bubbling warmth in your chest.

"Hmph."

You purse your lips, breathing as softly as you can. The edges of your mouth curl upward and muscles in your neck tense, but you hold your stoic face.

Moments pass, urging you to look over your shoulder. Part of you tells you not to; it may be a trick. However, you reluctantly turn your head, laying your gaze on the back of Chaewon's head.

'She really did give up.' you think to yourself.

You let out a soft chortle as you rest on your right shoulder. With the pillow supporting your neck and the soft sunlight seeping through the bedroom curtains, you stare at your angel. Your first and only love.

Suddenly, Chaewon props herself on her arm, turning her head. She catches your smug smile, glancing at it before giving you a look of her own. Before you can say anything, she turns back around--resting her head back on her pillow without a word.

'I don't think I've called you pretty nearly enough.' you chuckle in your head.

You inch closer and closer, gently crawling on the bed with your elbow until you press your chest against her back.

"Chaewonie~"

A fleeting scent of jasmine, rose and vanilla fills your nose, ushering you to take another deep breath. You place your chin on Chaewon's shoulder, resting your head on hers.

"Are you awake...?"

"So now you want to talk to me."

Though you can't see her face, the mental image of her pout turns your heart into a fluttering mess.

"Are you mad at me?"

Chaewon replies with a soft silence. She doesn't say anything, but her soft breathing lets you know she's there. You creep your hands underneath the blanket with a smirk plastered across your face.

"You can't stay mad at me forever."

"Yes. I. Can."

You feel her nod her head at the last part of her sentence, springing your hands into action.

"How about now?!"

"AH-!"

The fingers of your left hand crawl on Chaewon's torso, poking against her soft gray sweater. You watch Chaewon curl in her spot. She fills not only the room but your heart with laughter as she squirms in her spot--squealing like a baby being tickled by their parent.

"Stop!! Stop!!!" Chaewon giggled, "I'm not mad anymore!!"

You pull your left hand away, squinting, "Are you sure?"