The front door creaked open, the soft click of polished shoes echoing against the floor as Heeseung stepped inside, suit slightly wrinkled from the long day, tie loosened, briefcase in hand. He let out a tired sigh, scanning the quiet apartment.

"Honey?"

Before he could take another step, you came running from the hallway, barefoot, hair a little messy, and eyes lit up at the sight of him. His expression instantly melted into a smile, the fatigue slipping off his shoulders the moment he saw you.

He dropped his briefcase gently and opened his arms just in time to catch you, lifting you slightly off the floor as he pulled you close, burying his face into your neck.

"There’s my girl.”