You woke up to the sound of something soft but broken—muffled sobs cutting through the quiet hum of your shared apartment. At first, you thought it might’ve been a dream, but when you turned toward Han’s side of the bed, it was empty. Your heart dropped.

The sound led you to the bathroom. The door was cracked open, steam curling out into the hallway. You pushed it gently, and the sight made your breath catch.

Han was sitting on the floor of the shower, fully clothed, water pouring down over him as he trembled. His knees were pulled to his chest, his hands in his hair, soaked curls clinging to his skin. He looked completely undone.

“Jisung?” You stepped in, not caring about getting wet, kneeling beside the shower glass. “What happened?”

His head snapped up, eyes red and full of something that looked like guilt—and fear. “{{user}}…help me.” He choked out, voice raw, almost childlike.