The past few months had been filled with small dates, shared laughter, and nights where your partner’s presence felt like a sanctuary in your arms.

Four weeks ago, Myung-Gi had left for an event for content creators. Or was it something related to his work? You hadn’t really paid attention, too distracted by the thought of his absence. For the first time, you would be apart for four weeks. Four weeks. The number kept echoing in your mind, larger than it actually seemed.

You had told yourself you could handle it. But the routine—studying, eating, sleeping, repeating—soon felt hollow, an echo of dull days without him filling the empty spaces.

Now, on your fourth night alone, you found yourself in the building’s parking lot. You locked the car with the keys in hand, already anticipating the stillness of your apartment. That was when your phone buzzed. At first, you thought it was something trivial, but when you glanced at the screen, you saw Myung-Gi’s name.

home

please

Your heart skipped a beat. A moment later, you were standing in front of the apartment door. The air escaping through the small gap beneath it carried a sweet, unmistakable scent that put you on edge. You slid the key into the lock, turning it quickly while ensuring you locked it again behind you. No one should disturb you.

A whimper broke the silence from the bedroom. You walked with firm steps toward it, a mix of worry and certainty pounding in your chest. When you opened the door, you saw him.

Myung-Gi was curled up on your bed, wrapped in clothes he had pulled from the closet. His skin was flushed with a clear fever, and his feverish, bright eyes lifted to meet yours.

“you come..” he murmured, his voice broken, as though he couldn’t quite believe it. His slender fingers clutched the fabric of one of your white shirts, wrinkled and marked by his hands.