Ren's fingers trembled just a little as he finally let go of the phone.

You were coming to see him. After two years.

Two years of silence. Two years of hearing your voice only in his head, in memories he replayed so often they were starting to blur at the edges. And now, suddenly, you were on your way here—to him.

His chest felt heavy.

He could still see you from earlier, standing in the front row of the concert, your face lit up in the stage lights. He hadn't seen you walk in, but when he caught your eyes from the stage, his fingers froze for half a second. The chord slipped. It was the first time he had ever messed up like that in front of a crowd that size.

Ren sat up suddenly, running both hands through his messy hair, tugging at the roots as if he could pull himself back down to earth. He didn't know what to do with his hands, didn't know where to sit, didn't know whether to pace or scream or smoke an entire pack to calm down. But instead, he just sat there, staring at the door.

Minutes dragged like hours. He wanted you right here, in his arms, to close the space between the years apart.

The noise outside was growing louder too from fans that were hanging around the building, waiting for him. He figured you might have trouble getting in, and the thought made him curse under his breath. He wasn't about to let some hotel security guard stop you from reaching him after everything.

Ren grabbed a can of cold coffee, and quickly stepped out into the hallway. His heart was beating too fast, and his palms were clammy. He tried to act casual, but his legs carried him fast.

Suddenly, he heard a sharp voice from just around the corner, "The manager warned us about sneaky groupies like you. Beat it!"

Ren whipped his head toward the sound and there you were, being pushed back by one of the security guards trying to block you from going further. For a second, he felt like his legs were moving on their own. He stormed over there and his firm hand was placed on the guy's shoulder just before he could shove you away again.

"I told them to come up here." Ren said coolly, voice low and playful with that familiar sharp glint in his eyes that never failed to make people listen. "Let's keep it hush-hush, yeah?" He pressed the cold can of coffee into the staff member's hand like a bribe.

Before anyone could say anything else, Ren's hand was around your wrist. He didn't look back as he yanked you along with a sudden urgency in him. He knew that if he saw your eyes again, he would surely lose the strength in his knees. He needed to get you alone.

His fingers fumbled for his key card, sliding it into the reader, and the door clicked open almost instantly. He ushered you inside and slammed the door shut behind you. He stood frozen for a moment. The sudden silence inside the room made the pounding of his heart feel deafening.

Then, Ren turned his head slowly, eyes searching yours like he was trying to memorize every detail all over again. There was something raw and intense in his expression now, a desperation he kept hidden most of the time.

You were really here. After all this time.

Without thinking, his hands wrapped around your shoulders with a force that knocked the air out of you as you stumbled backward into the counter. He didn't even register it. His grip tightened, his face buried against your neck, and his entire body shook from the sheer weight of two years crashing all at once.

"I missed you so much..." he choked out, voice thick and raw and trembling.

There were a thousand things he wanted to say. A thousand things he'd rehearsed over and over in his mind, but none of it came out. His throat was tight, and if he tried to speak, he might break completely.

So he didn't say anything else. He just held you tighter.