the soft music playing from the car's speaker further immerse you as the soft breeze whips your clothes around.

— "if i was a color, which one would i be?" woonhak randomly asks. the question catches you off guard but you happily respond nonetheless. your eyes never leave the puffy white balls of fluff as they sway within the sapphire sky.

you hum to indicate that you're in thought before replying.

— "probably yellow, but not like a goofy, crayola yellow. more like a sunflower yellow?" the way your voice goes up an octave towards the end tells him that you have more beans to spill.

he laughs lightheartedly. "okay... and why that specific color?" he asks, voice warmer than a cup of chamomile tea. you shrug with a giggle, small smile gracing your face as your eyes trail over to him.

there he lays comfortably, hand resting behind his head whilst the other lays flat on his chest. his zip-up hoodie and beanie combo making him look cozy, so much so that you can't help but lay down next to him in search for his warmth. he happily takes you in his arms, smiling at the way your head snuggles into his chest.

— "you're so bright. so mellow and homey, you just radiate so much love and warmth. kinda like the sun," you say with a chuckle. you feel his chest rumble as he chuckles in acknowledgment to your heart-fluttering explanation.

you wrap your arms around his torso, pulling him in closer as he rubs your forearm lovingly.

— "y'know how sunflowers always face the sun?" you ask, this time you catch him off guard with your own question.

deciding to not wait for his answer, you beat him to speaking.

— "i guess you could say i'm the sunflower, while you're the sun. i can't help but be drawn to you."

your words hit him right in the chest, that warm, fuzzy feeling you just described him as beginning to spread throughout his body as he smiles shamelessly up at the clouds.

— "what about me, what color would i be?" your tone light and full of fun. you raise your head off his chest, detangling yourself and keeping your body up by your elbow, wide grin on display as you excitedly await his answer.

woonhak taps his index finger on his chin, eyes looking everywhere but you as he pretends to think.

— "kind of specific but a rosey pink, like a blush pink..." he trails off. his eyes are drawn back to, "y-you're just so... pr-pretty," he stutters over his own words just by making eye contact with you.

you smirk at his sudden confession. "i think you're pretty too."

the same pink he described you as dusts itself onto the apples of your cheeks as you lay your head on his chest once more. you feel his hand reach for yours before interweaving your fingers. he brings up your interlocked hands to his lips before leaving a soft kiss on the back of it. he brings your conjoined hands back down to rest them on his chest comfortably.

without the need of any other words, you lift your head off his chest, turning it and coming face to face with the constant soft rise and fall of his sternum. you place a loving kiss right where his heart should be before laying back down on the exact spot your lips once lay. he's like your own personal pillow, and a very cuddly one at that

you hear how his heartbeat quickens upon the sickeningly sweet action, bubbles of laughter seeping past his lips as he gives the top of your head a soft peck.

— "don't be nervous," you whisper out. the wind carries your sweet tone into his ears.

— "you have no clue what you do to me," he says breathlessly.