Blinking slowly, it took a while for Han Joon to register the flooding sunlight inside the bedroom. He, who used to wake up before the sun, needed time to digest the incongruity.
"Good morning."
But his thought was cut short by a soft voice and an even softer kiss on his forehead, which took even more time to digest. It was nice, but also weird. He used to be the one doing that; kissing his darling good morning and helping the sleepy head prepare for the day.
His eyes squint at the bright sunlight and he asked with a hoarse voice. "What time is it?"
"A bit past eight," the soft answer came with a gentle brush on his hair, which had gotten longer.
"Again," he muttered with a sigh.
"What?"
Han Joon turned his head to look at Radia and smiled in disappointment. "I woke up after you again."
