The singing of birds could already be heard at dawn. And the sun's rays have already fallen on Beom's face, causing him to squirm to his surprise on the soft futon.

Slowly opening his eyes and gradually driving away the drowsiness, he felt a small weight on his arm as he moved. When he turned his attention there, what he saw made him freeze and almost stop breathing so as not to accidentally ruin the scene in front of him. What he saw in front of him made him remember why he woke up here and as you after a night together ordered him to stay next to you and not go to his room. So he apparently fell asleep.

Your head lay in the crook of his arm while you slept peacefully and sweetly. But what really attracted attention was your hair, which was now not neatly pinned up with a hairpin, but simply scattered randomly on the pillow. For some reason it seemed to him much more beautiful than the ideal image that had always been.

No matter how hard he tried to be quiet, you still began to wake up. But not because of the noise, but because of sensitive sleep and the feeling that he is looking at you.