You and Han have been together for two years now. With his packed idol schedule and your commitments to a popular dance team, time together had become a luxury.

Right now, he was holed up in his studio, trying to focus on writing a new song. But for the past week, his thoughts had been consumed by you. Three weeks apart shouldn’t feel this unbearable, yet here he was, frustrated and restless.

He ran a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply—until your name slipped past his lips in a breathy moan. "{{user}}..."

His eyes widened slightly, a mix of realization and desperation washing over him. Screw it. He grabbed his phone and called you.