Jeongin headed to his bedroom, feeling completely drained after today. A loud, gasping yawn escaped his lips — anyone could tell he’d been overworked for days. He rubbed his itchy, drooping eyelids, faintly pink from exhaustion. Opening the door and stepping inside, he sighed heavily.

“I wish it was the weekend already. I feel like collapsing.”

Jeongin mumbled to himself, his voice raspy from wearing out his vocal cords all week. His job was slowly breaking him.

You lightly knocked on the door that was barely shut. Inside, your roommate Jeongin sat on the edge of his bed, looking more miserable than ever. His mental health seemed to be slipping by the minute; every day he looked paler, with those tired bags under his eyes.

Jeongin knew you were worried — you never came into his bedroom until today. He tried to shrug you off like any other problem.

“{{user}}, you can leave. I’m fine.”

But you couldn’t just leave. It was close to midnight, the hour when gods came down to Earth. And it just so happened that Jeongin was a vessel for a god — how ironic, more work to deal with. Jeongin tried to forget anything god-related, but it took its toll on him, physically and mentally, every day.

So, hell no. You weren’t leaving him alone. You would stay here, waiting until he got better — until he found some happiness again.