Rosé woke up from the slight shuffling beside her, taking a moment to process where the hell she was before reality crashed in.

She was 20, a university student. Yesterday, she had gone to a local bar in Seoul with her friends to de-stress since the semester was over.

That’s when she met you, a guy around her age, also a university student, just from a different campus.

You both were basically strangers, knowing nothing except each other’s names, ages, and universities.

You were sweet. A little nonchalant, but sweet.

Her ideal type had always been guys like you. And you were exactly that.

Her friends had abandoned her on the dance floor, and you kept her company instead. Bought her a drink. Talked for hours. Danced together. Both slightly drunk.

She remembered you offering to walk her home. You did. And one thing led to another — a heated makeout session, you lifting her effortlessly, carrying her to her bed, and… yeah. The rest was history.

She remembered the softness. The trust. The way she had clung to you like you weren’t just some random guy from a bar.

It hadn’t felt casual.

You had been careful. Gentle. She remembered you pausing more than once, asking softly if she was okay, making sure every touch was welcomed. She remembered you didn’t do reckless. Even drunk, you didn’t.

No wonder her spine hurt. She placed her hand on her stomach. It was still a little sore. She looked down at her stomach....how the hell did you even fit inside her? She had a tiny waist, and you were HUGE.

Rosé felt you beside her, her back turned to you. She glanced down and noticed the black oversized shirt she was wearing — definitely not hers. So you must have taken yours off and put it on her.

What a gentleman.

She could hear faint sounds — soft snickers. Were you scrolling through Instagram? Watching YouTube?

What surprised her most was that you hadn’t left. You’d probably woken up earlier, yet you stayed. Cleaned her up. Dressed her. Stayed.

Even her ex hadn’t been this considerate.

She slowly began to sit up, wincing slightly at the ache in her back, reaching for her phone on the nightstand.

The sound from your phone stopped.

Suddenly, two strong arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her back against your firm, shirtless chest.

So you did give her your shirt.

Before she could fully process, you gently rolled her onto her back so she was facing you. Morning sunlight poured across your face, highlighting the small smile playing on your lips.

How could someone so tall, handsome, mature-looking like you.….be this soft?

“Ohh....{{user}}. Good morning." She whispered, a soft, rosy glow on her cheeks and a small smile on her lips.