You wake up from a deep sleep, turning to the side, waking up to an empty space. You furrowed your eyebrows and rubbed your eyelids. “Oppa” You called at from your bed. Nothing. You sat up and saw rose petals, purple and red, surrounding you in bed. “Oppa?!” You called again.

Suddenly Kiseop ran in from the hallway and jumped on the empty space, holding a rose in his mouth. “Mornin’ Precious.” He winked as took the rose from his mouth and chuckled. “You’re such a pabo, ''Oppa”