[Guest Writer: Krb] Morning Blues - A SKKS Fanfic

Title: Morning Blues
Genre: General
Characters: Lee Sun Joon, Kim Yoon Hee
Words: 793

Summary: Their first morning married-- so full of promise.

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The grey sky was just beginning to light up with slight streaks of pink. His eyes still closed, Sun Joon stirred under the blankets to hug his wife closer. It took a moment for him to register the pillow in his arms instead. Alarmed that the wedding night was just a dream, Sun Joon jack-knifed up into a sitting position.

Except for a lone candle flickering unsteadily at the far corner, the room was still dark. Sensing movement behind her, Yoon Hee twisted around and addressed her husband in a whisper.

“It’s still dark out, 'Arang. Go back to sleep.”

Sun Joon turned his head towards the direction of the voice and found his wife fully garbed and sitting at the dresser. He realized that he’d subconsciously forgotten to breathe and expelled a huge sigh of relief all at once.

Groggily, he looked out of the window in an attempt to estimate the hour.

“What time is it? Why are you up so early?”

His voice was still husky, and he pressed the inside of his wrists to his eyes in an effort to push the sleep away.

Yeorim and Gul-oh, in true brotherly fashion, had forced Garang to down a whole jar of alcohol during the feast the night before.

“It’s a little after 5. And Scholar Lee Sun Joon, have you forgotten? The bride has to prepare the breakfast.” With a smile, she added sympathetically, “Go back to sleep. I’ll call you up later when it’s time to pay our respects.”

In reply, Sun Joon reached over to light the few candles nearest to him, immediately bathing the entire room in a glow of warm yellow light.

“I’ll help you.” The husband offered through his yawn, and made a move to get out of bed.

Walking towards Yoon Hee, Sun Joon paused in his steps to admire his beautiful wife. Her long black hair, yet to be cocooned up in a bun, spilled over her shoulders like satin, catching the light with every movement she made.

Feeling his gaze on her, she tilted her face up to him.

“What?”

But she wasn’t expecting a reply. She knew his answer anyway.

With a small shake of his head and a conspiratorial grin, Sun Joon sat himself down facing her and gently pried her comb out of her hands. Running the comb through her locks, his eyes intently raked the trail the comb left behind.

Yoon Hee’s eyes started to tear. She didn’t believe it possible to love this man more than she already did. But as always, Sun Joon was challenging her beliefs again.

Still in his nightclothes, Sun Joon leaned forward to press a quick kiss on the top of her head before rising up to get dressed. With deft fingers, Yoon Hee twisted her hair into a neat bun and carefully threaded her gold hairpin through.

Something about this particular hairpin made it simple yet extravagant at the same time. With 5 scarlet rubies arranged in the shape of a peony, the hairpin had been Sun Joon’s first gift to her after their engagement. The significance of her accessory choice was not lost on her husband.

Yoon Hee broke the silence.

“Are you sure you’re going to help? The kitchen is a woman’s domain. A lord like you… “Yoon Hee mumbled sheepishly, “…might get in the way.”

“Hey! Look here, Lee Yoon Hee…” Sun Joon retorted before pausing for a moment, liking how her new name sounded on his lips. “Sungkyunkwan was a man’s domain too. But you had to insist on excelling in everything there. If I’m unable to accomplish any of your usual chores, how will I be able to boast that I’m the better man?”

Thoroughly tickled at his response, Yoon Hee went forward to help Sun Joon with his belt. Her arms circled around Sun Joon’s waist and her chin unintentionally, but nonetheless strategically nestled in the crook of his neck and shoulder.

This very action mirrored the incident a year ago when his ex-betrothed, Hyo Eun had presented Sun Joon with her gift at the tavern.

Evidently, his present wife correctly guessed the direction of her husband’s thoughts, because she hissed testily, “Don’t you dare think of Ha Hyo Eun now.”

Utterly amused at his wife’s unfounded stab of jealousy, Sun Joon tipped his head down to look at her disgruntled expression and burst out in laughter. Wrapping both his arms around her, he enveloped her in a tight embrace before planting a tender kiss on her forehead.

“Come on, let’s go prepare breakfast now. Law dictates that we should be punctual.” Threading his fingers through hers, Sun Joon opened the door with his other hand and led his wife out. 

Hand in hand, they strolled to the kitchen while the first rays of the morning sun began to shine through.