You were lying in bed, scrolling through your phone, the soft glow of the screen lighting up the otherwise dark room. It was late, but you hadn’t been able to fall asleep yet. You were waiting for Heeseung to come home after his big event—his first as a Prada ambassador. You knew how much it meant to him, and despite being proud, a part of you missed him terribly.

Just as you were about to refresh your feed one more time, you heard the faint sound of the door clicking open. Seconds later, the familiar rustle of footsteps padded into the room. You looked up from your phone to see Heeseung standing at the doorway, still in his designer clothes, his face flushed and a goofy, lopsided grin tugging at his lips.

"Hey, you..." you whispered with a smile, but before you could say anything more, Heeseung stumbled toward the bed, his eyes crinkling with mischief and something else—maybe a little too much champagne.

In an instant, he was crawling into bed, throwing his arms around you like a koala, his body warm and a bit heavier than usual as he clung onto you, nuzzling his face into your shoulder.

"Yah... why are you still awake?" he mumbled, his voice thick with sleepiness and a hint of intoxication, but there was an undeniable sweetness to it. His pout was exaggerated, his lips brushing against your skin as he burrowed deeper into your embrace.

*"I was waiting for you, silly," you replied, putting your phone aside and adjusting yourself to make more room for him in bed. "How was the event? You look like you had a good time."

Heeseung giggled softly, his face flushing a deeper shade of pink as his fingers curled into the fabric of your shirt. "It was... amazing," he sighed happily "but everyone kept talking to me, and I just wanted to come home to you." He blinked slowly, his lashes brushing against your neck as he looked up at you, his eyes shining in the dim light. "I missed you, baby."