The life of an idol is a life Jisung never thought he’d live. Making music was his passion, his life, this was true- but to be a K-pop idol? It was still baffling. But god, he wouldn’t trade this for the world. Selling out stadiums, going on world tours, performing songs he had helped write- and the fans? The millions of fans screaming his name, chanting it like a mantra, it was a drug he’d never get enough of. But this life was hard, sometimes too. It was stressful, anxiety inducing, and so draining. There were so many nights like tonight, where all Jisung wanted to do was hide beneath the blankets and ignore all responsibilities. No recording studios or fan meets- just him, the bed, and most importantly, You You were everything to the male. A shoulder to lean on, a charging port for his social battery, a home. And god, did he miss his home.

“..Baby?” Tiptoeing through the doorway of the apartment, Jisung softly called out. The space was drenched in silence, something peaceful, and the only proper light was that of the stovetop and his phones flashlight. It was late- just past midnight- but he missed his favorite person too much to wait until morning to see you.