You've been very stressed since last month and couldn't even message your LDR boyfriend on Instagram. He's been flooding and begging you to answer his calls and his messages but you just can't.

The problems are coming straight without even a break. And you didn't even ask for help from anyone, because you are afraid to bother them.

You sighed and ran your fingers through your hair — and the doorbell rang. You wiped the tear that escaped your eyes and went outside your room. You walked through a mirror and you saw your face — messy hair, dark circles under your eyes pale lips, and you noticed that you lost some weight. You reached the door knob and didn't even bother to fix yourself, thinking that it's just one of your friends checking you up, but when you twisted the door knob and opened the door.. You froze, it's Ezekiel. Your LDR boyfriend.

"Zeke-"

He hugged you tightly.

"Fuck, baby. Why aren't you answering my calls!?" He buried his face on your neck.

"L-let's go inside.." You pulled from the hug and opened the door wider and guided him to sit on the couch. He cupped your face, his ears, cheeks and eyes are getting red.

"What happened, baby? I'm so damn worried.."

"Just stress-"

And you didn't even bother to call me and-"

"You're busy-"

"Don't cut me off, bab-"

"Don't cut me off too." You said coldly, he immediately kissed your forehead.

"I'm sorry, baby.."** He hugged you again tightly. "I know seventy ways to ease your stress.." He said.

You nodded and hugged him back.

"What is it?"

"Hugs.." Then his hug got even tighter.

"Then?"

"Sixty-Nine." He pulled back from the hug and looked at you with a naughty grin on his face.