"Are you hungry?" He asks and reaches over to flicker the light switch on behind the obnoxiously tall lamp on the nightstand, grabbing his phone beside it before pulling back. She nods at his question, yawning. "I'm too lazy to cook tonight, is it alright if we just get food delivered? And I'll reheat the soup later."
She hums in approval, "That's fine with me."
An endearing smile spreads across his face as he turns to her again and plants another kiss on her forehead. He loves kissing her there more than anywhere else. He'd said it feels domestic, but she disagreed at the time and argued that cheek kisses were much more domestic. He let her win, but she knows he still holds onto his belief. Although she'll never admit it, she's grown to love his forehead kisses a teeny bit (read: a lot) more than the cheek kisses.
"What?" She raises an eyebrow at him as he continues to stare. "Go order us food. I'm hungry."
"M'kay," he hums. "Don't want the love of my life to starve. You still have to spend the rest of forever with me."
At times like these when he implies that they're soulmates, her heart does all sorts of gymnastics because he just sounds so confident, so certain, about their destiny. They have yet to turn twenty-one and get the golden string on their forefingers, but he's already so sure it will bring him to her when it does appear. She wants to believe he's right. She can't imagine spending the rest of forever with anybody else.
Yawning, she presses the side of her head against his shoulder as he lists their order to the employee on the other line. He doesn't have to ask her what she wants; he already knows. She's more familiar to him than home that even with just a simple look into her eyes he knows what's on her mind. Sometimes, she feels like he knows her more than she even knows herself.
"The food will be here in thirty minutes." He tells her, tossing his phone to the empty space on the bed behind her.
"Did you ask for extra sour cream?" She asks.
"Of course, I did," he says proudly. "When have I ever forgotten?"
"Almost everytime we order," she says in a flat tone and his face breaks into a sheepish smile. "At least you finally remembered this time without me needing to remind you."
Another yawn leaves her lips before she buries her face into the crook of his neck, inhaling his tame scent that consists of the previous night's spray of cologne and his natural body odor. His cologne is too strong for her sensitive sense of smell, but she doesn't tell him to stop using it. If there is at least one thing she likes about it, it is its faint scent the day after it mixes with his natural smell.
She doesn't notice how half an hour passes until the ringing of their doorbell echoes in the entire condo. He tells her he'll get it and stumbles out of bed; she follows not too long after he leaves. Everything they ordered is already on the dining table when she walks into the kitchen and is met with his broad back. She walks over to him and snakes her arms around his torso, chin propped against his back.
He turns his head to leave a kiss on her forehead, and they stay like this until the soup simmers. She leans against his side as they eat their dinner in silence, feeling his frequent glances with that fond glint in his eyes that's reserved only for her. They don't speak or even start a conversation the entire time; it isn't needed. Silence is okay, it's more than okay, in placid moments like this.
They leave the dishes in the sink to be washed later and go to laze on the couch in the living room with full stomachs and heavy eyes. The two are in the same position they were in earlier: limbs tangled that you won't be able to tell where Yeorin ends and Jeno begins.
"I wanna adopt a cat." He blurts out of the blue, which makes her tilt her head to look at him with a stoic look on her face. This isn't the first time he has voiced out his long-time desire.
"Babe, have you forgotten you're allergic to them?" She reminds him.
"Still want them though," he says with a pout. "They're worth the sniffles. Wait... Sniffles! We can name our future cat that."
"Let's discuss that when you don't live in a dorm that doesn't allow pets anymore." She tells him and goes back to nuzzling her face into his neck.
"Will you let me adopt one when we move in together?" He asks, hopeful. "Maybe... even more than one?"
She hums, "Whatever makes you happy."
"You make me happy." He murmurs as he gazes down at her like she's his entire world (because she is).
"You make me happy, too." She says in response, smiling against his neck.
"Rin," he starts again and she peers up at him, already knowing the words that are arising from his throat long before they even depart from his lips. "I love you."
Soft laughter falls from her mouth at the random confession she's already used to. He always tells her every chance he gets no matter the situation or circumstance as if he won't get to one day. It makes her feel all warm and giddy and just so, so loved. No one has ever made her feel like that before.
"I love you, too." She says back and places a chaste kiss on his jaw.
He sighs contentedly, "How did I get so lucky?"
"Maybe you saved humanity from extinction in your past life." She says jokingly and he chuckles.
"Whatever past me did, he did great for present me to deserve you." He murmurs, pressing his lips against her cheek. This action, although sweet and intentional, further makes her believe that forehead kisses are indeed more domestic like he said. Or maybe he's just too persuasive. "Alright. Let's go wash the dishes now, then I'll run you a rose petal bath after. How does that sound?"
Jeno is wrong. He isn't lucky; she is.
CHAPTER THREE
Start from the beginning
