Minho

— Bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

The sun glided through the leaves, breaking into a hundred golden shards that danced across the pages of the open book. Jisung felt Minho's even breath brushing against the top of his head, and each exhale from the alpha was warmer than the summer air.

Minho lazily hugged him, resting his chin on the omega's head, and followed the lines without reading a word. His fingers played with a strand of Jisung's hair, twirling it and releasing it, over and over again—an unconscious ritual that had become a habit over the three years of their relationship.

"Did you fall asleep?" Jisung's voice was as quiet as the rustling of leaves.

• No. Just enjoying the view.

Minho reached into the basket next to him and picked up a peach. Its velvety skin felt warm to the touch, as if it had absorbed the entire day. The alpha ran his thumb over the surface, wiping away invisible pollen, and brought the fruit to Jisung's lips.

— Open your mouth.

Jisung obediently parted his lips, not looking up from his book. The juicy pulp burst, and sweet juice ran down the omega's chin. Minho immediately wiped it away with his finger, licking the tip, his eyes never leaving Jisung's as he chewed, his eyes closed in pleasure.

"Is it delicious?" Minho's voice dropped slightly.

• Mmm. Try it yourself.

Jisung, without turning around, reached back and felt the alpha's face, tracing his cheekbone and lip, smearing the remnants of peach. Minho intercepted his wrist and kissed his peach-sweetened fingers.

"Are you reading or teasing me?" the alpha chuckled.

• Both. I'm a multitasker.

Jisung turned the page, but Minho noticed he'd long since lost interest in the text. The omega leaned his head back slightly, pressing himself closer to the alpha's chest, and closed his eyes.

Somewhere in the distance, birds were screaming, the wind was stirring the hem of her pink skirt, and the world was shrinking to the size of this clearing, this tree, these hands that were holding Jisung as if he were the most fragile treasure.

“Happy anniversary,” Minho whispered into his temple.