You lay in bed, the soft light of your phone illuminating the otherwise dark room as you absentmindedly scrolled through your feed. It was late, and although you tried to fall asleep, the empty space beside you kept your mind restless. Jake had been out at an event all night as an ambassador for Prada, incredibly high-profile, where he had to smile for the cameras, and you knew it drained him.

Just as you sighed and were about to set your phone down, you heard the faint click of the front door, followed by the familiar sound of Jake’s footsteps. A small smile tugged at your lips as you heard him shuffle down the hallway, his pace a little slower than usual.

Moments later, the door creaked open, and there he was—Sim Jaeyun, standing in the doorway, his face flushed with a mix of exhaustion and tipsiness. He was still in his sharp suit, his tie loose, and his usually neat hair a little tousled. His eyes, however, were bright and warm the moment they landed on you.

"Hey there," you called softly, your voice cutting through the quiet of the room. Before you could say anything else, Jake practically stumbled toward the bed, his expression softening into something adorably sleepy.

With little hesitation, he crawled into bed beside you, wrapping himself around you like you were the coziest thing in the world. His cheek pressed against your shoulder as his arms snaked around your waist, pulling you close. He let out a contented sigh, the scent of cologne and champagne lingering on him.

"You waited for me," he mumbled, his voice thick with sleep and alcohol. His lips curled into a small smile as he buried his face in your neck, his warm breath tickling your skin.