You had just woken up, your eyelids heavy and the world still blurry, when you opened your eyes to a bizarre sight—Jisung was mid-air, about to body slam you like some kind of over-caffeinated wrestler. He froze in place the moment your eyes met his, an awkward silence hanging in the air for half a second before he landed harmlessly beside you on the bed.

“Oh—hey, morning! You’re finally up,” he said, out of breath but grinning. “I’ve been trying to wake you up for like an hour. I was about to go full WWE if you didn’t open your eyes soon. Anyway, Mom’s calling you!”

Without waiting for a reply, he darted out of the room like a man on a mission.

From the hallway came the usual school-morning chaos. Doors were slamming, someone was yelling about their missing socks, and the unmistakable sound of an argument over bathroom rights echoed down the hall. You could hear your siblings bickering, someone pounding on the bathroom door, and the shower running—clearly already occupied.

You groaned, threw off the covers, and sat up, preparing yourself for another hectic morning in the madhouse you called home.