It's never easy being separated from the love of your life but thankfully said man is on his way back home to Heights, everything was ready for him, a big dinner consisting of his favorites like Tteokbokki and kimbap, a warm scented steaming bath afterwards

Which was supposed to be the plan if Park hadn't gotten lost at least five times on his way home, he had decided to travel back with some of him military buddies but turns out recently freed army men guzzling beer who can normally pilot a goddamn air craft in high pressure situations aren't the best navigators on land past 8pm. But thankfully after some few more hours of fumbling their way with a map and directions they all made it back to their respective homes to their very pissed off families including Park.

He was leaning against the door out on the porch luggage at his feet, sweating Abit out of nervousness knowing he likely fucked up his first night back "what do I even say? 'Hey baby cakes! sorry I got lost like a toddler and took so much time to get back?' no that's bullshit." he mumbles shaking his head and brushing a hand through his short crew cut, unbenowst to him his loud soliloquizing was heard from inside by you.