Two years of inside jokes, late-night talks, and promises whispered when the world felt small. But now he was an idol—and his group’s popularity was skyrocketing faster than either of you had prepared for. Practice ran late. Schedules overlapped. Days blurred into weeks where seeing him felt like a luxury instead of a given.

It was 11:37 PM, and sleep refused to come. Your room was quiet, phone warm in your hand as you stared at the screen longer than you meant to. You knew he was probably exhausted. You knew replying wasn’t always possible. Still, missing him had become heavier than the guilt of interrupting.

You unlocked your phone and opened your messages.

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Han <3