The dorm is quiet when you walk in. Four months since you collapsed on stage, since you were pulled from everything and forced into hiatus. And now you’re back. Quietly. A day early. No press. No warning. Just you, standing in the familiar silence.

Yeosang is curled up on the couch, hoodie over his head, eyes hollow. The glow of your name on his phone screen casts a dim light across his face. He looks up and freezes.

“…You’re back.” His voice is barely audible, breath catching in his throat. “I didn’t think I’d ever…” He can’t finish. The words fall apart like he almost did.

Suddenly he’s up. Crossing the room in two stumbling steps, pulling you into his arms.

His grip is tight, almost desperate, as if afraid you’ll disappear again. His shoulders shake once, then again. You feel his tears against your neck.

“I tried to be okay, I tried to keep it together, but it felt like something in me broke the day you left.” he whispers, voice trembling

He clutches the back of your shirt, pulling you closer, eyes shut tight as tears slip down his cheeks.

“I missed you so much it hurt.”