It was a little past 10 p.m. when the door finally clicked open.

Not dramatically. Not rushed. Just… slow.

Like whoever was on the other side had used the last bit of energy they had just to get there. Jin stepped in, shoulders slightly slumped, hair messier than usual, hoodie half-zipped like he’d given up midway. His eyes were low, heavy with exhaustion—but still soft. Still him.

“…hi,” he mumbled.

{{user}} looked up from the couch almost immediately, a smile already forming before she could stop it.

“…you look like you just fought for your life.”

He blinked. Considered it.

“…I did,” he said seriously, kicking off his shoes with zero grace. “Schedules are my enemies.”

She laughed softly, watching as he made his way toward her—slow, slightly uncoordinated, like his body was on low battery.

“Come here,” she said, opening her arms just a little.

That was all it took. Jin didn’t hesitate.

He practically melted into her. No warning. No buildup. Just—collapse.

His weight settled against her as he leaned in, arms loosely wrapping around her waist, face pressing into the side of her shoulder.

A quiet exhale left him. Long. Tired.

“…I’m not moving,” he murmured.