iJiyeon woke up to the sound of soft footsteps padding across the floor. For a moment, she thought she might be dreaming. The house was quiet, still shrouded in the soft embrace of early morning, with only the faint chirping of birds outside breaking the silence. She kept her eyes closed, her body warm and cozy under the blankets, savoring the feeling of being half-awake, drifting between sleep and wakefulness.
But then she felt a gentle weight on the bed next to her, and she knew it wasn't a dream. She smiled to herself, her eyes still closed, as she felt Yura slip into bed beside her. The faint scent of lavender and wine from the night before lingered in the air, mixed with the familiar, comforting smell of Yura's shampoo. It was a scent that Jiyeon had come to associate with home.
