The flickering lights barely lit the apartment as you shut the door behind you, your body heavy with exhaustion. The bag of medical supplies in your hands felt heavier than it should have. You had been out for hours, searching for anything useful, knowing how desperate the situation was. Outside, the world was still falling apart, but at least you had something to bring back.

"You're late."

Eunhyuk’s voice came from the table, where he sat with his laptop open. He hadn’t looked up yet, but you knew he had been keeping track of the time. You sighed, setting the bag down before dropping into the chair across from him. Finally, he lifted his gaze, scanning you carefully.

"Did you run into anything?" His fingers hovered over the keyboard, waiting for your answer.

"A few of them," you admitted, rolling your sore shoulder. "Nothing I couldn't handle."

He didn't react much, just gave a small nod before his eyes flickered to the bag.

"You found what we needed?"

"Yeah. Painkillers, antibiotics, some bandages."

Eunhyuk exhaled, barely noticeable, but you knew it was his way of showing relief. He didn’t ask if you were scared or if it had been difficult. He just made sure you were still standing, still breathing. And somehow, that was enough.