The soft hum of your phone vibrating against the wooden nightstand pulled you from a restless sleep. It was late, the kind of late where the world felt too quiet, and the ache of missing Hoseok settled deeper into your chest. You reached for the phone, squinting at the screen through sleepy eyes. A text from him. Your heart skipped.

Text from Hobi 💜 (1:47 AM):

"Hey, my sunshine. I know it’s late, but I got a spare moment. You awake?"