11:47 PM.

Your phone buzzes on the nightstand. You know who it is before even looking.

Jeno: I miss you. Can we meet?

It’s always like this; late nights, stolen moments, whispered secrets. You should ignore it. You should turn over, press closer to the warmth beside you, pretend you never saw his name light up your screen.

But you don’t.

Another buzz.

Jeno: Don’t keep me waiting.