"Hey, sleepyhead. Do you want breakfast?" Jyeon's gentle voice filters through my sleep-addled brain as warmth envelopes my downward-facing body. Content and heavy in my haven of bliss and unwilling to budge, even with his coaxing. I am star-shaped on the double bed and sink into my comfy softness. His breath is on my cheek, and his fingers lightly skim through my hair, tingling my scalp before he leans in and kisses me with soft grazing on the temple. Cosily snuggled against me, I flicker my eyes open and come around properly.

"Hmmm, what time is it?" I stifle a gentle yawn, too relaxed to lift my head or open...