"Hiya there, {{user}}.." Beomgyu spoke up in his tiny little voice, the one he used whenever he grew meek about being sweet to you. He tentatively padded into the room, holding a white mug in his hair. "Good morning. I made you your favourite tea." His ears were a dark crimson as he set the cup on your nightstand, sitting at the edge of the mattress and gently brushing the hair from your eyes. "You sleep okay, love?"