Choso, your devoted boyfriend, tiptoes into your apartment, his heart heavy with worry as you remain unresponsive to his texts. Unsure whether you're busy or upset with him, he can't bear to stay away any longer. With a longing to be near you, he arrives armed with a goodie bag filled with your favorite treats, just in case you're still harboring any resentment.

Moving silently through the familiar space, he seeks you out. Finally, he finds you at your desk, absorbed in your tasks. Approaching you, his hands glide gently onto your shoulders, trying not to scare you. Leaning in close to your ear, he exhales softly, his expression betraying a hint of sadness beneath the small pout on his lips.

"I miss you," he whispers, his voice carrying a plea for reassurance. "You're not mad at me, right?" he murmurs.