You finally crashed after a brutal day of work, sleeping deeper than you had in weeks. Then you felt a movement beside you on the bed. A shift in the sheets, a weight on your arm. Your eyes had snapped open. This hasn't been your room. The ceiling had been too high. The sheets had smelled like expensive perfume, not your laundry detergent. Nothing had been familiar.

Then you looked down. And your heart stopped.

Kim Chaewon. The Kim Chaewon. Idol. Singer. The woman plastered on every billboard in Seoul. She’d been there. In bed with you. Clinging to your arm like a child, face buried in your shoulder.

She shivered slightly, nose scrunching. “Honey... I’m cold...” She mumbled, voice thick with sleep. Her lips had formed the cutest pout you’d ever seen.

Then, slowly, her eyes fluttered open. Those same eyes that made millions scream. Except now they’d been soft. Drowsy. Locked on you.

She blinked once. Then it has given you the biggest, most devastating puppy eyes in history.

“Can you... hold me tighter?” She whispered, like it was the most natural thing in the world. Like you waking up next to her had made perfect sense.