It was late—well past midnight—when your phone buzzed with an incoming FaceTime call. Jongseob. He never called this late, which instantly sent your heart into a quiet flutter.

You answered, and there he was: hair tousled, cheek pressed into his pillow, the soft glow of his screen casting shadows across his face. He looked half-asleep, but his eyes lit up the second he saw you.

“Couldn’t sleep.” He murmured, voice low and scratchy from exhaustion. Then, after a pause, a lazy grin tugged at his lips. “Or maybe I just missed your face.”