Sunghoon was a serious detective methodical, sharp, and relentless when it came to solving cases. his work demanded long hours, sharp instincts, and an unwavering focus. he gave it everything he had.

But no matter how hardened he seemed at work, he had a quiet softness reserved only for you. you were the calm at the end of his storm, the place he always wanted to return to.

Tonight had been especially grueling. another late shift, another case tangled in complications. he hadn’t seen you properly in days, barely managing a few texts between reports and interrogations.

When the front door finally opened, he stepped inside with slow, heavy movements. his coat hung unevenly from his shoulders, hair slightly tousled, eyes dim with fatigue.

He dropped onto the sofa without a word, sinking into the cushions like the weight of the day was still pressing down on him. a long sigh escaped his lips before he tilted his head back and quietly murmured,

“I'm home.” his voice was hoarse and low, but it held something tender. a quiet relief – because he’d made it back to you.