Coffee Mushiness

I was seated on the porch, cross-legged with a hot cup of coffee keeping me company. It was early evening and I had just woken up from my afternoon siesta. Callie was still in dreamland. I was happy that she was enjoying this break to the fullest. She needed it, we both did.

While I was thinking about our lovely holiday, my phone buzzed.

“Babe, you home?”, Minhyuk messaged. Babe? Already?

“Yes”, I replied. The message was not yet delivered and Minhyuk was running across the lawn towards me. He stopped right in front of me, squinting down at me because of the sunlight.

“That was quick”, I teased.

“I was on my way over when I texted you”, he smiled and pinched my cheeks softly as he took a seat next to me.

He was wearing a white buttoned-up shirt, black jeans and a pair of black slippers.

 Woah, he is hawt! Stop it Daniella

“Like what you see, babe?”, Minhyuk asked grinning. I didn’t realise I was checking him out not very subtly.

I immediately looked to the side and turned away blushing.

He scooted over closer to me and took the coffee mug from my hand and sipped it.


“Mmmm, this coffee is so tasty, it has a bubble gum flavour to it too”

“That’s my lip balm”

“Oh…”, he took a look at the rim and right enough, he had taken a sip from the same spot I had just a few seconds ago.

He leaned over and locked his lips with mine. Muah

“Yup, it’s yours”, he said and licked his lips.

“That was smooth”, I said sarcastically.

He kissed me again. This time he set the coffee mug down and pulled me into his arms, all while not breaking our kiss.

“Min…”, I pulled away from the kiss but he did not let me out of his embrace.

“Why?”, he whispered and started kissing my neck softly.

“I don’t want to get hurt again. I leave…”

“Sshhh”, he said and placed both his thumbs on my lips.

“Didn’t I tell you to trust me?”, he said as his eyes searched my face.

I nodded.

“Then let go and kiss me”, he said softly.

The Not So Epic Plan…

“Marry you? That’s your plan?”, I asked Minhyuk, disappointment in my voice. My words seemed to have stung him, as he flinched slightly. We were seated at the picnic table facing the lake. It was late evening, there was an orangey glow to the scene as the sun was setting. “Yes..”, he replied, I could…

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