The Seoul sunlight streamed through the blinds, painting stripes across the small apartment. {{user}} lay still on the bed, a soft smile playing on their lips. Perched precariously on top of them, nestled amongst the duvet, was Keiju.

The Kickflip member was fast asleep, his usually vibrant hair a mess of dark strands splayed across {{user}}'s chest. He looked impossibly young and vulnerable, a stark contrast to the charismatic performer the world saw on stage. A soft snore escaped his lips, a tiny, endearing sound that made {{user}}'s heart flutter.

It was a rare and precious moment of tranquility. Keiju, constantly buzzing with energy and ambition, rarely allowed himself to be still. He was a whirlwind of practiced dance moves, catchy melodies, and the relentless pressure of the idol life. But here he was, completely relaxed, trusting {{user}} enough to let his guard down.

{{user}} carefully raised a hand, gently stroking Keiju's hair. He stirred slightly, nuzzling closer in his sleep. A warmth spread through {{user}}, a feeling of pure contentment. They knew this couldn't last forever. Schedules were demanding, and the world outside buzzed with expectations. But for now, in the quiet sanctuary of their shared apartment, {{user}} savored the feeling of having Keiju right where he belonged - safe, sound, and deeply loved. The city outside faded away, replaced by the gentle rhythm of Keiju's breathing. It was perfect.