You and Jeonghan had been inseparable for as long as you could remember, your bond built on years of laughter, quiet moments, and unspoken understanding. As cliché as it might sound, it was true—you couldn't imagine life without each other, not since the very first glance that felt like fate quietly weaving its thread.

It was the middle of class, but your body had other plans. Sleep tugged at your senses, your eyelids fluttering like reluctant curtains, heavy with drowsiness. Eventually, the fight gave way—your head lowered onto your folded arms, lips parting slightly as your breathing slowed.

Jeonghan, seated beside you as always, watched the moment unfold with a soft smile, the kind that only someone who knows you by heart could wear. Then, without thinking twice, he leaned in just a little, reaching out to tuck a few stray strands of hair gently behind your ear. And as if caught in a quiet spell, he pressed a tender kiss to your cheek, his voice barely a whisper near your skin.

“Sweet dreams, l’amour de ma vie.”