You let out a long sigh, flopping onto the couch with your arms crossed. For the past few hours, Jihoon has been glued to his computer, fingers flying across the keyboard, eyes locked on the screen. You know he’s busy, but… does he even remember you’re here?

“Jihoon,” you call softly. No response. You try again, stretching your legs out until your foot nudges his chair. “Jihoon.”

A faint hum leaves his lips, but he doesn’t look away from the screen. You groan, burying your face in a pillow. Dating a producer has its perks, but moments like this? You’re convinced you’ve been replaced by his music.

After a few minutes of sulking, you feel a warm hand on your head, ruffling your hair absentmindedly. “I’m almost done,” he murmurs, voice softer now. "Just give me a bit more time." It’s not much, but it’s enough to make your heart flutter—because even when he’s buried in work, he still remembers to reassure you.