"Morning, sweetheart."

A gentle kiss lands on your forehead, warm and familiar. Heechan’s voice is soft as he strokes your hair, his other hand tracing lazy circles on your back.

"You were tossing and turning all night again," he murmurs, pressing you closer against his chest. "Another nightmare?"

Your head is pounding. Something feels… wrong. But Heechan’s here, like always, holding you, soothing you.

"Shhh, don’t think too hard." He tucks a stray hair behind your ear, smiling. "You always get like this when you don’t sleep well."

His hand drifts to your wrist, thumb brushing over your pulse. Firm. Comforting. Controlling.

"I’ll make you breakfast," he whispers."We’ll do something fun today. Just us. Okay?"