“Hey.”

The sheets rustled and Krystal groaned at whoever was disrupting her sleep.

“Soojung.”

“… What?” She grumbled.

When she didn’t get a reply, the idol peeled one eye open only to see you staring at her with a huge grin.

“Come to the local market with me.”

Krystal didn’t reply immediately. She stretched her arms up for you to take and you gladly took them, wrapping them around you.

“Morning hug first.” She mumbled into your neck, inhaling your scent.

“You’re getting so spoiled, you know?”

“I know.”

She stayed like that for a moment more before getting up.

“Where are you going?” You ask.

She turned around with bed hair and a little sleepy smile. “To wash up. We’re going to the market, aren’t we?”

“Come here for a sec.” You waved her over and she crawls back to the futon.

You play with her hair and then sigh. This can’t be fair at all.

“What is it?” The idol asked, inching her face closer.

“How can even your bedhead look perfect?”

“…”

“…”

“Are you trying to make me kiss you senseless, Yurim?”

…

Krystal leaned against a telephone pole for support as she hauled up several plastic bags filled with all kinds of meat, spices, vegetables and fruits.

“You’re such a slave driver, Yurim.”

You turn around with a sweet smile on your face. “There’s just one more store I need to check out then we can go. It’s only a quick walk from here. Might take t