Apartment, 10:42 PM

The door clicks open quietly as you step in, exhaustion weighing on your shoulders. Makeup half-smudged, hair messy from the day’s shoot—you’re too tired to care. All you want is a shower and maybe ten hours of sleep.

But then you see it.

The lights are dim, warm. A soft scent of lavender fills the room. And there, sitting on the couch in a loose black tee and sweatpants, is Choi San.

He looks up from his phone the moment he hears you.

“You’re late,” he says gently, standing up. “Did you eat?”