"I suck at this. W-woojin I can't do-" I was cut off by his voice, hushing the verbal vomit. His soft arms wrapped around my frame, kissing the top of my head.

"You are wonderful at singing. I know you are. I wouldn't be as good at singing without you. You'll get to the point where you love your voice, just be patient enough to be there, okay? It'll be okay luv." His smooth, big hands pet the top of my head. His movements were soft, as if he pressed too hard would shatter me. In one way, I would. I would shatter if anyone used force. But with Woojin, it was a different world. His soft smile, his thinking face, his listening face, and even I'm-listening-But-sorry-not-sorry-I'm-not face, it all lifted the weights off my shoulders, and just makes me want to be in his arms all of the time.

I looked up after a couple sobs, and of course his soft smiled made me feel at home again, but a better home. A home up in the clouds, where no one could bother us. My head became heavy again with sleep pushing my lids shut. I knew when I shut my eyes however, nightmares and screams await me. Of course Woojin knows this too, as he experiences it first hand. He was there to hold back my hair as I threw up, he was there to walk me through paralysis. He was there to unfortunately catch my hands before I unconsciously punched a wall, or anything worse.

These types of things were distinguishable in the summer. He took my hands into his and slowly opened the door, looking back at my expression, just to make sure there was no doubt in my eyes.

He led me up the appartement steps, forcing the heavy metal door open. A gust of warm and fresh air flushed my lungs, drying the rest of my tears away. It feels like the angel himself planned that. As if he knew his help was good, but nature would do her rest. He took out his phone and fidgeted with it quickly before putting it away, and wrapping his broad, strong arms against my weak frame. I love him mom...

"Listen to this right now, and whenever you feel this way again..." One of his favorite instrumentals started to play, and before even I knew it, he was wiping tears from my face behind me, holding me into a back hug. Tracing his hands with mine make my stomach flutter. He pulls a thin blanket out from under his armpit that I didn't know he had and laid it down on the roof. He beckoned me onto the warmer surface, and when the song ended, he turned on another. He stood up preparing to dance, which was different for him.

"Are you going to dance?" I questioned.

"Yes, I am." He said.

"But I thought you didn't like dance?" This was very weird for him.

"I know, but with you, and with this song, I do. Let me show you."

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He finishes, and more tears crawl down my face. It's sunset by now, and he looks gorgeous.

Sunsets always compliment him. This dance compliments him even more; his expressions, the moves, and the way his body moves.

He deserves the world.

The song finishes, and I slowly get up and walk towards him, my hands covering my mouth.

"W-woojin that was beautiful-" before I can finish, he pulls my hands away from my mouth and eases into a kiss. His hands travel up my waist and into my hair, lightly tugging. My lips part, causing the kiss to become more heated. The taste of peaches and chocolate fill my taste and his muscular shoulders are easily cupped by my smaller hands.

We slowly back onto the blanket, laying down. His soft hands fit into the groove of my waist again.

We pull apart for air, and I ease my elbows to the ground, laying on top of him. His arms lay softly over my thinner frame.

This boy is total softness. When I see him, my heart flutters at his precious little smile, and my stomach flips when his soft hands graze over me. His kisses can heal wounds in seconds.

"Listen to this song when you do not feel enough. I know it can be hard sometimes, but both you and I know you deserve to be here, living, breathing, and being happy. I love you with my whole heart, luv, and I hope you know that."

And I am so glad to call him mine.