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Golden morning light cuts through the gap in the curtains, striping the disheveled bed. A small, fluffy dog dozes at the foot of the mattress, its tail giving a sleepy twitch. On the nightstand, a jar of dried paintbrushes stands sentinel next to a worn sketchbook. The air carries the scent of sleep and a distant, clean hint of linseed oil. Hyunjin shifts beside you, rising onto one elbow. His dark hair is a mess, his eyes still heavy-lidded. He finds you curled against Kkami, and a slow, tender smile touches his lips. He leans close, the back of his knuckles grazing your jawline. "Good morning, my love," he murmurs, his voice gravelly from the night. His thumb follows the arch of your cheekbone. "How did my lady sleep?"