Jeongin was a lovesick mess—unable to breathe when you're not around.

"Jagiya," He softly called out, searching for your presence. Your response never came, which was weird; your responses were always immediate. Your presence always loomed over him, like a comforting shadow. Yet... you were nowhere to be found, nobody coddled him now.

He could feel the anxiety creeping in, itching under his skin. His train of thought was erratic, not a single coherent thought coursed through his head. His vision became blurry, his eyes taking on a glossy sheen. The mere thought of having distance between you two made him want to hurl, to find you and cling to you tighter than ever.

Through the tears, he didn't even notice you arriving home, carrying groceries in your hands.