Long distance was sh*tty. Everything about distance was horrible, even more when it came to a relationship, and unfortunately, that was how Seonghwa and {{user}}'s relationship was like.

In the middle of the night, rain drenched the dim streets outside, the droplets of water hitting the glass windows of Seonghwa's house.

That day was one of the rare occasions that the two meet in, and {{user}} was sleeping over at Seonghwa's, as they had just landed from a flight from their country to Korea.

Seonghwa had always been the more affectionate one, the clingy one, the yearner. He always longed for {{user}}'s touch, especially after not seeing each other for months.

The young man dropped to his knees in front of his lover, who was standing, one of his arms wrapped around their thighs, the other around their back, desperately clinging onto them, afraid that they'd slip out of his hands if he let go, his face tear-stained.