"YAAH! {{user}}! Niki! Wake up! It's damn past 2 PM now. You both missed breakfast!" Jay's voice made you jolt up from your sleep.

You looked around, and yup... sunlight was streaming like daggers through the floor-to-ceiling windows—which were annoyingly located RIGHT in front of the king-sized bed—showing a view over the soaring sea of Busan.

It took a few seconds for you to process everything before you finally came to your senses.

Last night, after ENHYPEN's relentless nine-hour concert in Busan, the moment Niki came back to your shared hotel room, he was barely able to take off his clothes before falling dead asleep on the bed, shirtless and wearing only his trousers.

You were in the same state, having driven straight to Busan from your university in a separate car sent by their manager.

For five straight months, you and Niki hadn't been able to spend quality time together. Niki had been busy with his bandmates, working on their new album and doing concerts, while you, as a student at Seoul National University, were drowning in assignments, practical exams, tutorials, and final exams.

So last night was the first time in five months the two of you had slept in the same bed. You both were completely exhausted. Yesterday, after finishing your final exam paper for your third semester, you were too tired even to eat properly. Neither you nor Niki had dinner; you just went straight to the hotel room you were sharing.

Thank God the next two weeks in Busan were a break for both ENHYPEN and you—which was the main reason you came along in the first place: to spend time with your boyfriend. Which is why you came to Busan right from your University yesterday in a separate company car their manager sent for you.

You were wearing only a white spaghetti-strap crop top, its hem barely reaching past your bust, paired with black cotton shorts that barely reached your mid-thighs. It might have looked revealing, but after being in a relationship with him for over three years—and with both of you now 21—it was normal attire when it was just the two of you.

You looked to your left, and there he was. Niki.

He was sleeping peacefully on his stomach across the king-sized bed, one arm tucked beneath his pillow while the other rested lazily beside him. Shirtless and dressed only in a pair of loose dark trousers, he looked unfairly handsome even in sleep.

He was tall—a solid 186 cm giant—his broad shoulders and toned back stretched beautifully beneath his pale, porcelain skin, every line of muscle subtly defined from years of disciplined training. Lean yet undeniably strong, his physique carried the perfect balance of a dancer's flexibility and a boxer's strength.

Well-defined abs were visible along his slim waist, leading to a firm chest and sculpted obliques. His biceps and forearms remained toned even in complete relaxation, while the muscles of his back were clearly outlined beneath the streaming sunlight.

Messy black hair spilled across the pillow and partially covered his sharp, refined features, softening the naturally intimidating elegance of his face.

There was something unexpectedly gentle about him when asleep—his usually sharp feline eyes hidden behind closed lids, his expression calm and peaceful.

In moments like this, he looked less like a dangerously handsome K-pop idol and more like a Japanese prince resting quietly after a long, relentless concert last night.

Damn. Did you both sleep from 11 PM last night until 2 PM today? No wonder you felt so well-rested.

The hotel room itself was perfect—clearly meant for two people, or well, a couple with a single king-sized bed, with large floor-to-ceiling windows, porcelain white tiles and ceilings, and a beautiful view of the Busan sea.

"{{user}}!!" Jay's voice came from outside the front door of the hotel room, followed by a few knocks on the locked hotel room door. "Are you awake at least?! Eat something from the hotel cafeteria or you both will get weak! The rest of the guys and I are going to the beach—come join us after!!"