The morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a golden glow over the messy sheets. You blinked sleepily, turning your head to see Wonbin beside you—his hair a complete disaster, sticking up in every direction. His usual composed self was nowhere to be seen, replaced by a groggy, disoriented mess.

"Why are you staring?" he mumbled, voice husky from sleep as he buried his face into the pillow. "Stop looking at my hair…I already know it’s bad."