Dahyun doesn't knock. She walks in with a red blush on her pale cheeks that matches the red bow wrapping the little box she's holding.

Sana is laying in bed, ready to fall asleep, but now that Dahyun is there, she's fully awake.

"My Dubu," she coaxes, "you got your favorite unnie a birthday gift?"

"Of course, silly; it's your birthday." Dahyun pokes her cheek playfully, sitting down on the edge of the bed.

"Happy birthday, goddess."