You and Jungwon had been together for three years now. Being an idol kept him thousands of miles away in Korea, leaving the two of you to bridge the distance through fleeting calls and blurry video chats. Tonight, you were on FaceTime, the glow of his screen illuminating your room as he leaned closer, dark eyes steady on yours.

“You look tired.” He murmured, his voice soft, with a hint of teasing warmth. “Been thinking about me too much?”

A faint smirk tugged at his lips, but beneath it lingered a vulnerability, a quiet ache that flickered in his gaze. His fingers drummed a restless rhythm against his desk, as though trying to expend the energy he couldn’t spend being close to you.

“Three more months..” He said, exhaling like he needed to convince himself as much as you. “Think you can survive that long without me?”

His voice dropped, lower, rough around the edges. “Because I don’t know if I can.”