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"𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞. 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝, 𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐞."

The next morning, I woke up to the gentle sound of humming filling my bedroom. Blinking my eyes open, I found Seonghwa shuffling around, his presence a familiar and comforting sight. It didn't surprise me; he had a habit of coming over early just to bother my sleep, a playful routine he enjoyed almost every day. His teasing was relentless, but it was one of the many things I loved about him.

Sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a soft, golden glow across the room. Seonghwa moved with an easy grace, his movements purposeful yet relaxed. My eyes followed him as he sipped his iced coffee, looking far too awake and cheerful for this hour. He must have noticed me stirring because he turned and gave me a mischievous grin.

"Good morning, sleepyhead," he said, his voice bright and teasing. "Did I wake you?"

I sat up in bed, rubbing my face with an amused smile. "You know you did," I replied, my voice still thick with sleep. "You always do."

He chuckled, setting his coffee down on the nightstand and making his way over to the bed. "Well, someone has to make sure you don't sleep the day away."

I rolled my eyes playfully. "You're impossible, you know that?"

He climbed onto the bed, sitting beside me and pulling me into a gentle hug. "But you love me anyway," he murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of my head.

"I do," I admitted, resting my head against his chest. "Even if you are a morning menace."

We stayed like that for a few moments, enjoying the quiet comfort of the morning. His fingers traced soothing patterns on my back, and I felt myself waking up more fully, the sleepiness fading away. The room felt warm and intimate, a haven from the outside world.

"I brought you something," Seonghwa said suddenly, pulling back slightly to reach for his bag. He rummaged around for a moment before producing a small, wrapped package. "Thought you might like a little surprise."

I took the package from him, curiosity piqued. "You didn't have to get me anything," I said softly, unwrapping the gift with care.

Inside was a beautiful sketchbook, the cover adorned with intricate designs that immediately sparked my creativity. I looked up at him, my eyes wide with gratitude and affection. "Seonghwa, this is perfect. Thank you."

He smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners in that endearing way that always melted my heart. "I saw it and thought of you. I can't wait to see what you create with it."