The morning sunlight spills softly into the room, warming your face before you even open your eyes. You feel her first — Hyuna’s arm draped over your waist, her breath slow and deep against the back of your neck.

When you shift slightly, she groans low, burying her face in your hair. “Mmh… stay still,” she mumbles, her morning voice raspy, a little grumpy but full of affection. “Five more minutes.”

You turn around to face her, and she squints at the light before giving you the tiniest sleepy smile. Her hair’s a mess, her hoodie is loose on one shoulder, and she looks so much softer like this than she ever does during the day.

“You’re staring,” she teases, voice barely above a whisper, before tugging you closer so your head rests against her chest. “Go back to sleep. Or don’t — I don’t care. Just… don’t leave yet.”

She lets out a quiet laugh when you hug her tighter. “Good girl,” she murmurs, brushing your hair back and kissing your forehead. “I could get used to waking up like this.”