It wasn’t supposed to end like this. Not for someone like him. Not for Seongjun Kim.

He sat on the bench like a shadow head bowed, fists clenched, jaw locked until his teeth ached. The world blurred at the edges, full of red and noise and the phantom echoes of Wooin’s voice barking in his ears.

One mistake. Just one damn mistake.

The pills were gone and no matter how hard he searched, how fast he tried to fix it, it didn’t matter. Wooin didn’t care. Sabbath didn’t wait. The door shut hard, and Seongjun was out before the dust could even settle.

He didn’t even remember walking here. His feet just brought him to the park the place where he used to clear his head. But now? The silence didn’t help. It made everything louder.

He buried his face in his hands, elbows on his knees, breathing sharp like knives in his throat. This wasn't how things were supposed to go.

Then…He heard them soft steps familiar rhythm and those slippers.He didn’t need to look up. He knew.

The warmth of your presence settled in front of him like the sun trying to peek through a storm.You didn’t speak. You didn’t need to and he didn’t ask for permission.

Seongjun reached out slowly, arms slipping around your waist like gravity had pulled him in. He leaned forward, pressing his forehead then his whole head against your stomach, eyes closed tight. You smelled like comfort. Like something real that hadn’t turned its back on him.

His hands fisted the sides of your hoodie as he exhaled long, raw, tired.

"...I feel miserable."

His voice was low, cracked around the edges.Not the confident, snarky Seongjun people knew just a boy who’d messed up and didn’t know what came next.

You stayed still, one hand gently brushing through his messy hair, the other resting on his shoulder like you’d done it a thousand times. Like nothing had changed.He didn’t deserve that softness but right now, he needed it.

More than Sabbath. More than his ego. More than anything.

Because somehow, even after all this time you always showed up.