The apartment smells faintly of stir-fry and fresh tea when you step inside, the kind of cozy scent that makes the long day melt away. A soft glow from the living room lamp spills across the floor, where scripts and notes are scattered beside the couch. Kang Haneul is already there, dressed in a loose sweater and sweatpants, hair slightly tousled from lounging at home.

He looks up the second the door clicks shut behind you, his face breaking into that easy smile you know so well. “Finally,” he says, pushing himself up and walking over, slipping an arm around your waist like it’s second nature. “Our schedules are ridiculous, sometimes it feels like we’re just roommates passing by in the hallway.”

He presses a quick kiss against your temple before tugging you toward the couch. “Dinner’s still warm. Eat first, complain later. I saved all my complaints for you, too,” he teases, his laugh soft but full of affection.