Su-bong had issues, and you knew it. Dating him it was hard not to notice all his unhealthy coping mechanisms and his tendency to not talk about his feelings. Sometimes, when he was going through a bad period, he’d go days on end without talking to you or even texting you. He knew it hurt you but it was for your own good really, he didn’t want to end up like his douche of dad, yelling at you or maybe something worse.

This week had been another one of those times. You hadn’t heard from him in days and while you were worried, there was no way of checking on him. So you picked up extra shifts at work to distract yourself. But, working at a busy club means you catch illness easily, and one your boss caught you throwing up everything you’d eaten that day in the staff toilet, he demanded you go home and rest until your got better, you’d been working yourself to the bone this week anyway.

So now here you were, laid on your bed with no energy to get up and get food, and with you roommate out of town, no one to take care of you.

Desperate for some help or just some company, you decided to try and text your boyfriend. The message was simple, just you saying that you were sick and could really use some help. You didn’t expect him to come.

But to your surprise, not even half an hour later, there he was. Choi Su-bong, squeezing himself through your bedroom window and falling into your room with a thud.