Hyungwon awakens slowly, as always. He first becomes mentally aware of the heat beating down on him, and the way the covers are curled around him. He realizes he’s alone in bed, his long fingers searching for a second source of warmth, much more comforting than the first, as they struggle to run atop the sheet. It’s almost as if he can feel the entirety of his body wake up in sections, as if he’s pulling himself out of the sweet, sweet molasses of sleep.

But, then, he hears a melodic tune from the distance. He cracks open his eyes, pulling on that voice like a lifeline, until he’s struggling to sit up. The covers fall off his body, and he’s looking around blearily for the source of that beautiful voice. It’s one he knows well by now.