Nikko's point of view
It's already morning. I'm up again hours before Hoshi, sitting in my favourite place in his bedroom, the space between bed and the window.
The bright morning sun is burning my paper-white, thin skin, but hasn't reached my boyfriend yet. I don't really mind it though. His eyes may stay closed for a few more minutes because I could drown in the satisfied, angelic face of his for hours, maybe even days. The way his long lashes are lightly laying on his cheeks, encouraging his softness and beauty. And the peacefulness in his breathing, his lips slightly parted, prepared to be woken up from his dreams by a kiss that reminds of cherry blossoms.
He always says he's a messy sleeper, but why should I believe him?
Eventually, the keen light strikes his deep eyes, suddenly making him pout and mumble something incomprehensible. Hoshi frowned with his fluffy eyebrows and wanted to roll into the shadow again, but then he saw me, all alone waiting for him.
"Nikko, good morning." He smiles sleepily, but widely, his eyes not quite opened yet.
"Hey!" I smile.
Hoshi squints his autumn eyes and firmly rubs them to fully wake up. He sits up and stretches, letting the white duvet fall off him. Now, his toned, half-naked body is bathing in the sun, which makes its smoothness glisten slightly. He's just stretching his arms, his breast muscles moving along, charming my eyes.
I didn't expect to feel so warm this early in the day, but I can feel my body heating up against my will.
I no longer have to wonder how good he must look under all his shirts, now I know.
Hoshi ruffles his night-black hair and smiles. He says: "I shouldn't have taken my shirt off. Now you won't stop blushing."
"You're right..." I grin shyly.
Although it's a bit embarrassing to admit that I am checking him out, I still can't take my eyes off him.
The light embraces his body so eagerly, as if it had the right to touch him intimately, more intimately than I ever did. It's like a soft, light veil celebrating his pale body, stroking his every crease, so gently, but without boundaries.
He lets my gaze linger on him, and it only makes me want to fall in love with his every little, highlighted detail. The smooth texture of his skin, the petty, white body hairs on his face, the small mole under his nose, or his hard, naked nipples.
I dare to come closer, leaning my hands on the top of the mattress, continuing to get lost in him.
Hoshi lays down to be closer to me too, sacrificing to drown his face in the morning sun - the one thing he's really not a big fan of. The white duvet rustles as he makes his way down.
"So we're just gonna stare into each others' eyes the whole morning?" Hoshi laughs, the silver piercing on his face glistening. "I wouldn't mind."
"Me neither."
I can't hold back a smile. My hand wanders into his messy hair, making them even messier, but in a lovely way.
The structure of his eyes - thousand shades of brown that change according to the light - is pulling me even deeper into this moment full of senses.
"When I'm around you, I feel warm. You're my sun, Nikko." Hoshi says, too drowning in the ocean of my blue eyes.
My shy glance moves lower, to his lips. He says I'm his sun, but although I always shine on him, his skin is whiter than the snow. He's so unkissed by me...
I hover above him.
"Then let the sun kiss you." I say to my moon. In a blink of an eye, my lips fondly linger on the tip of his nose.
Hoshi's eyes slightly widened in surprise, and so I think I finally fully woke him up.
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Hoshi slowly gets out of his bed, as both of our stomachs are already growling for some tasty breakfast. He puts on a t-shirt, and still in our pajamas, we decided to bake a roulade that does not require much ingredients but tastes delicious. Except Hoshi doesn't know it yet.
It is an old family recipe that I could never master with my poor baking skills. When I showed it to Hoshi, he was more than excited to teach me how to do it because although he has never done it before, he supposes it's genuinely simple.
I take my vlogging camera and record a short hi for my followers, with Hoshi coming into the shot too. He waves into the camera and plants me a peck on the cheek, already carrying cocoa from the pantry.
While Hoshi prepares more ingredients, I put the camera on a table, turning it off. I'm not sure if I decided not to vlog the whole thing because I want to enjoy quality time with Hoshi or because I'll certainly absolutely embarrass myself. Probably both.
I take a deep breath and sigh.
"It better work out because if it doesn't, so many eggs will come to waste." I say with a concerned tone.
Hoshi just smiles, focused on the kitchen counter, making sure he hasn't missed any ingredient.
"Don't worry, it's a part of the process of learning." He assures me.
I come over to him and gently put the recipe on the counter, looking at the relatively old piece of paper.
"Here it is. It's a recipe that my great-grandmother told me because I loved it so much. I wrote it here, probably like twelve years ago." I smile, remembering the time I used to spend with my grandma.
"Your great-grandmother? That is really sweet." Hoshi smiles warmly, shifting his attention on my busy head. "Let's do it then." He states with a subtone of determination. "I will name you my helper, and I'll explain my steps as I work, alright?" He asks carefully.
"Sure. I'll be watching you."
I break the eggs, being extra focused on separating yolks from the whites. My gaze occasionally slips to Hoshi's hands, admiring the professionality in his technique and smooth movements that I am far from achieving. While he is breaking the 3rd egg, I'm barely finishing the 1st one.
But while I appreciate his skilled hands, Hoshi enjoys the peace in my slow pace. It is as if I had infinite time, not rushing anywhere, not having to be anywhere, just being in this moment.
"Shall we play some music?" Hoshi suddenly suggests, after whipping the whites with sugar.
"Sounds good. What should I put on?"
"You listen to K-pop, right? That's probably the only thing we have in common." He laughs and looks at me.
"Don't say that unless you tell me your favourite band!" I exclaim, sudden excitement flowing through my body.
Please tell me my favourite band is your favourite band. Please. Please. Please.
"Oh I know you're like obsessed with BTS Nikko. It's so obvious."
"Really?"
"Absolutely."
*sigh* "You probably don't like them because Yuki is super into them too, right?"
Hoshi giggles. "Do you know who got her into them? I did!"
"So we really do have the same music taste!" I exclaim with a wide smile.
"I think so." Hoshi returns me the smile.
As he begins to measure the dry ingredients, I put on a playlist made out of BTS songs only. I begin to hum, too shy to sing when I don't know the korean lyrics. Hoshi on the other side begins to sing. He begins to sing quietly, yet confidently and suspiciously beautifully, too.
"What is this? You didn't tell me you auditioned to be an idol?" I raise my thin eyebrow, a chuckle escaping my mouth.
"I didn't?" Hoshi laughs. "That's maybe because I'm not under a contract yet."
"Yeah, right. But really, you didn't tell me you speak Korean." I inquire.
"Well my mother is Korean so..."
"Really? That explains why you don't really look Japanese."
"Shhhh my little european shorty. Come and you'll mix the dry ingredients with the meringue."
Nor Hoshi can hold back a laugh from the sentence that just escaped his mouth.
We both laugh, but I do what he said. Life goes on now sounds from the corner or of the counter, as I start mixing the meringue, flour, cocoa and everything else together.
The song keeps playing, forcing me to hum even more. Suddenly Hoshi turns up the volume...
Screw it, I really just want to sing. I begin to sing what I know. I feel like although I must sing a total nonsense, Hoshi doesn't care. His kind eyes do not observe me with judgement, never. He smiles, knowing turning up the volume would make me sing. He quietly keeps watching me with love and warmness in his eyes.
I sing along to the last part of the song, a part that starts with an english sentence.
Hoshi comes closer, his hands wrapping around my light blue hoodie. He softly sings the following korean sentence into my ear.
I can feel his warm voice against me, as he gently begins to swing us, my surprisement changing into comfort.
We're smiling, diving into the calm rhythm. Last two sentences and Hoshi keeps holding me, as we're singing together, along to this peaceful song.
The last part, last words are sounding from my tablet, while we're over here blushing, the sun tenderly tawing our souls together.
Hoshi wants to chuckle, but he is interrupted by a voice. A voice that is strangely familiar to me.
"Preaparing for our concert Hoshi?" The person says, and then he notices me. "Huh, Nikko?"
Author's note
Guys the singing scene could've been so beautiful, unfortunately I had to change it because I realised that copyright exists. I still like it tho, and if you know the lyrics, I recommend imagining it - Nikko starts singing from the second part of the last refrain, the english part. Then Hoshi sings the last korean part and they continue together. The very last verse is just quietly finishing, underlining the moment.
Hope you enjoyed,
Author.