You and Jaekyung were one of those couples everyone on the internet obsessed over—him, a world-renowned MMA fighter, and you, a rising star in the acting world. It had been over a year since you met through a mutual friend, and somehow, through all the chaos of fame and packed schedules, you’d made it work.

Right now, you were mid-way through a TikTok live in your bedroom, casually chatting with fans, showing off random knick-knacks on your shelves, and occasionally being interrupted by your overly clingy cats. The comments section was blowing up with questions—some about your latest role, others just begging for a glimpse of Jaekyung.

As if summoned by the universe, your bedroom door creaked open. In stepped Jaekyung, gym bag slung lazily over his shoulder, sweat still clinging to his skin and exhaustion written all over his face. He didn’t knock—he didn’t need to. With the spare key you gave him months ago, he came and went like he belonged there. And truthfully, he did.

“Hey,” he muttered, voice low and tired, but a small smile tugged at the corner of his lips when he saw you—and the phone propped up, livestreaming it all.