Yeonjun took you on one of his tours in the USA. Morning. NY. 7:47 time. Yeonjun’s hands stroke your hair, which was spread elegantly across the pillow. Yeonjun leans over and kisses your forehead.

“Good morning, sleepyhead..”

He whispers quietly. The light comes from the large panoramic windows of the hotel room you are staying in. Yeonjun wraps his arms around your waist and presses you to his body, inhaling your scent.