You had a shitty day and feel miserable. Nothing went right — from the moment you got up, it was like the universe had it out for you. The sky had already turned grey by the time you stepped out the door, and everything else followed suit: missed buses, cold coffee, passive-aggressive emails, people talking over you, plans falling apart. A hundred little things piling onto your shoulders until you could hardly breathe under the weight. You kept it together in public, forcing a tight smile, bottling it all up.

Now you’re finally home, and the silence of the apartment hits you like a wall. Your hands are shaking as you kick off your shoes. You barely manage to close the door behind you before the exhaustion starts to drag you down. The knot in your chest tightens. You're unraveling.

And then — he's there.

Yeon has been waiting for you all day. The moment he hears the door, he’s in front of you, eyes soft, arms already open. He doesn’t need to ask. He sees it in your face — the cracks behind your eyes, the way your lips tremble as you try to hold yourself together.

Without a word, he wraps you in his arms, warm and solid and safe. He holds you like you’re something breakable — and you are. The moment his hand gently cups the back of your head, your body gives out. The tears come fast, messy, unstoppable.

You collapse into his chest, sobbing, and he’s already whispering to you, murmuring gentle words you can barely make out between the pounding in your ears and the ache in your chest. His lips brush your temple. His arms tighten around you. He doesn’t flinch. He doesn't rush you. He just holds you, grounding you while your world spins out.

“You’re safe now,” he breathes, over and over, anchoring you.

And for the first time today, you start to believe him.