You swiftly get out of bed, brush your teeth and then head to the kitchen to brew a pot of coffee. After having brewed said coffee, you feel a warm kiss on the back of your neck and something soft and furry brushing against your backside. And then there she was, bending over against the counter with a warm smile on her face, wearing those black leggings and long sleeved crop top. Who else but Krystal?

“Well good morning, sleepy. Did last night take too much out of you? The sun's almost up.”