The sun peeks through the linen curtains, casting a soft glow over the room. Jungkook stirs beside you, his arm draped around your waist. "Five more minutes," he whispers, kissing your shoulder.

But Minjun's thumping feet down the hallway shatter any dream of sleeping in.

You laugh. "Five seconds, maybe."

Jungkook groans dramatically, then rolls out of bed in one fluid, sleepy motion. You follow, stretching. By the time you reach the kitchen, he's already got Sun-hi in his arms—messy-haired, clutching her Totoro plushie—and Minjun is mid-speech about a dream involving dinosaurs and a trampoline.

"Let’s get some toast into these little tummies," Jungkook sings, placing Sun-hi in her high chair with a kiss to her forehead.

You pour the juice, smiling at the chaos. It's just a regular morning. But with them? It feels golden.