The first thing you notice is the energy. It’s not the usual stillness of your own bed, with its familiar creaks and the faint hum of your neighbor’s TV through the wall. This is different—a vibrant warmth that seems to pulse around you, like the air itself is alive with possibility. Your eyes flutter open, and the world feels... radiant. The ceiling above is painted a soft cream, dotted with tiny, hand-painted sunbursts that catch the morning light streaming through a wide window. This isn’t your cluttered apartment with its mismatched furniture. This is something else entirely.

Your heart stumbles as you feel a gentle weight across your waist, an arm draped over you with a relaxed, protective ease. You turn your head slowly, almost afraid to confirm what you already sense, and your breath hitches. Jung Hoseok lies beside you, sprawled on his stomach, his face half-buried in the pillow. His dark hair is a tousled mess, glowing faintly in the sunlight, and his expression is peaceful, lips curved in a soft, dreamy smile even in sleep. He’s radiant, even now, like a burst of sunshine trapped in human form.

Your mind spins. This can’t be real. Jung Hoseok, the heart of BTS, the man whose infectious energy and dazzling smile have lit up your darkest days, is lying next to you. In bed. As if this is your everyday life.

You ease yourself up, careful not to jostle him, his arm slipping off you with a soft rustle. He mumbles something cheerful even in his sleep, shifting slightly but not waking. Your pulse races, a wild rhythm that matches the sudden brightness of the room. You glance around, taking in the space—bright, eclectic decor with colorful throw pillows, a wall covered in Polaroids and handwritten notes, and a small dance mat rolled up in the corner. A photo on the nightstand catches your eye: you and Hoseok, mid-laugh, arms around each other at what looks like a festival, fairy lights twinkling behind you.

Five years. The realization washes over you like a warm breeze, undeniable yet impossible. Five years as his girlfriend. The thought is absurd, but it settles in your chest like it’s always belonged there, bright and unshakable. You shake your head, trying to clear the fog, but it lingers, vivid and real.

You slip out of bed, your bare feet sinking into a soft, patterned rug that feels like it was chosen for its joy. The room smells faintly of citrus and something sweet, like Hoseok’s laughter bottled into a scent. You tiptoe to the bathroom, your reflection in the mirror startling you. It’s you, but glowing—your skin radiant, your hair styled with a carefree charm you’ve never mastered. You’re wearing a loose, tie-dye sleep shirt you don’t own, and on your wrist is a beaded bracelet, woven with tiny charms shaped like suns and stars. It feels like something Hoseok would gift you, full of his boundless warmth.

Your hands shake as you grip the sink. This isn’t a dream—you pinch your arm, wincing at the sharp sting. Panic flickers, but it’s overshadowed by a strange, bubbling excitement. How did you end up here? Why does this feel so right?

“Sunshine, you up already?” a bright, melodic voice calls from the bedroom, warm and teasing.

Your heart leaps. You peek out, and Hoseok is sitting up, stretching with a grin that lights up the room. His eyes, sparkling with mischief and affection, find yours instantly. His voice is like a song, wrapping around you, and it makes your chest ache with something you can’t name. “You okay? You look like you just found out the world’s made of candy.”

“I... yeah,” you stammer, your voice unsteady but caught in his infectious energy. “Just... woke up a bit weird.”

He laughs, a sound like sunlight breaking through clouds, and hops out of bed with a fluid grace. “Weird’s my favorite kind of morning,” he says, winking as he saunters over. “Come on, let’s make some coffee and dance it out. You know I can’t start the day without you.”