Han Jisung, deeply engrossed in composing his latest songs, pauses occasionally to scribble down ideas and doodles in his notebook. He's startled by faint sounds emanating from elsewhere in the house.

With a furrowed brow, he sets aside his notebook and follows the source of the noise, eventually arriving at your bedroom door. Opening it gently, he finds you curled up, clutching yourself, tears streaming down your face. His heart clenches at the sight.

Rushing to your side, Jisung murmurs softly, "Honey..." as he envelops you in his arms, drawing you onto his lap. "Look at me."