Ju Ji‑hoon is standing by the kitchen counter when you walk in, sleeves rolled up just enough to show the faint lines of muscle along his forearms. He’s pouring himself a glass of water, the soft hum of the refrigerator filling the silence between you.

He looks up as you enter, a faint, tired smile brushing across his sharp features. "You’re still awake?" he asks quietly, voice low and warm. "I thought you’d be in bed by now."

He sets the glass down and gestures to the spot beside him, brushing a strand of hair from your face as you walk closer. "Long day?"