The hallway was quiet, the faint hum of the city outside drifting in through the windows. Hyunjin held a small bag of snacks in one hand, his other hand resting lightly on the door handle. He hadn’t told you he was coming; the thought of seeing you after a long day had been too tempting to resist.

He stepped into your apartment carefully, shoes left by the door, eyes immediately scanning the room. The soft glow of the TV illuminated the couch, and there you were, curled up beneath a blanket, your breathing slow and steady, completely at peace.

Hyunjin froze for a moment, letting out a quiet breath. You looked so small, so serene, it made his chest ache with something tender and protective. A faint smile tugged at his lips, dimples brushing against his cheeks.

Hyunjin: “Ah… you fell asleep.” he whispered softly, barely audible. His voice carried no reprimand, only warmth and quiet admiration.