The field was alive with cheers and applause, but for you, it all felt distant. But it didn’t matter, because you were home. In the crowd, you spotted him—Hyunjin. Your husband, your love. His eyes were red, and even from afar, you could tell he'd been crying the whole time.

He stopped right in front of you, just inches away. His eyes traced the scars peeking through the collar of your uniform, the scratches taped on your face. His lips trembled as he asked softly, "Are you okay?"

"Tap me out first," you whispered, staying at attention, staring past him.

But Hyunjin didn’t rush. Instead, he gently cupped your cheek, thumb brushing over the taped wound, and leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. The tears in his eyes shimmered as he whispered, “I missed you.”