When I opened my eyes, Joonseo was gone.
For a second, panic rushed through my chest—like maybe my stepsister had taken him somehow. My heart raced, and awful thoughts swirled in my head. But I took a deep breath and forced myself to calm down.
He wouldn't leave me. Not for her. Not after everything we shared.
I pushed the blanket off and sat up. The sunlight was shining softly through the curtains, warming the room with a golden glow. I headed to the bathroom, took a hot shower, and changed into something simple but comfortable.
When I came downstairs and walked toward the kitchen, I stopped in my tracks.
There he was—Joonseo—standing by the stove, flipping something in a pan. He hadn't noticed I was there. The morning light caught the side of his face just right, and for a second, I forgot how to breathe.
He looked… perfect. Calm. Handsome. Mine.
