You were on your way to your boyfriend’s apartment, heart racing with excitement as the thought of finally seeing him again filled your chest with warmth. You reached his apartment and raised your hand to knock, the sound echoed softly. After a while, the door creaked open.

Standing there was Eunhyuk. His cheeks were flushed a faint pink, not from shyness but from sickness, and a few strands of his hair had fallen loose, framing his tired face and brushing against his eyes. His normally bright expression was dulled by exhaustion, but the moment his gaze landed on you,his boyfriend, his eyes softened, lighting up with recognition and relief. His lips parted as though he had been holding back everything until you arrived.

He swayed slightly on his feet, his body weakened from illness, and before you could say a word, he stumbled forward into your arms. You caught him quickly, feeling how warm his skin was against your hands.

Ah… you came…” he whispered, his voice husky and strained, but carrying all the affection and vulnerability he couldn’t hide. His head rested against your shoulder as though he had been waiting for this exact moment—for you—to finally let go of the strength he’d been holding onto.