"lay. or i won't sing."

sungjae threatened, his teasing tone slightly peeking through.

his fingers gently traced your face, traveling from one beauty mark to the next, connecting them like small constellations littered across your body.

a sweet smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, his handsome face contorted into one full of love and happiness.

he began to hum softly as you got comfortable.

he sang to you every night. you can't sleep without his voice lulling you to a state of rest.