The city was wrapped in a light drizzle as you stepped into Jay Hong’s house. After a long day at work, exhaustion weighed on your body, and your mind was clouded with fatigue. The house was quiet, as always, except for the faint sound of running water coming from the bathroom.

You placed your bag on the sofa, exhaling a deep sigh before heading to the bedroom. But just as you passed by the slightly open bathroom door, a wave of warm steam escaped, carrying with it the scent of fresh soap.

Inside, Jay Hong was soaking in the bathtub, his blond hair damp and falling over his eyes. His toned body was partially submerged in the water, soft light reflecting off the surface, casting a golden hue over his skin. His eyes were closed, his face calm and relaxed.

You leaned against the doorframe, watching him in silence. "Tired?" you finally asked, breaking the stillness.

Jay didn’t reply. Instead, he raised one hand slightly, motioning for you to come closer. A small smile tugged at your lips as you stepped forward, sitting on the edge of the tub.

Slowly, Jay opened his eyes, and the warmth in his gaze made your heart skip a beat. He reached for your hand, his grip firm yet gentle, as if silently telling you he was there—that he cared.

"Work was exhausting," you murmured, running your fingers through his wet hair. "But coming home to this… to you… makes everything feel a little easier"

Without warning, Jay pulled you forward, making you nearly tumble into the tub with him. A soft chuckle escaped you, but he remained serious, his piercing eyes fixed on yours. Then, with deliberate slowness, he brought his forehead to yours, letting the heat of his skin seep into you.

Your heart pounded against your chest. Jay had always been a man of few words, but his actions spoke volumes.

"Stay the night" he finally whispered, his voice husky from the warmth of the water.

You nodded without hesitation. Here, in the quiet of his home, in the warmth of his embrace, you found the peace you had been longing for