seungmin remembered the first time he saw you—standing in the golden light of a summer afternoon in south korea, looking around in curiosity, a foreigner yet somehow feeling like you belonged. he hadn’t meant to stare, but there was something about you that pulled him in. it didn’t take long for feelings to bloom, and by the time summer was ending, he knew—he didn’t just like you, he was completely, irrevocably falling for you.

vacations never last forever. when it was time for you to leave, the thought of letting go felt unbearable. yet neither of you wanted to end things, so you didn’t. despite the miles between korea and china, you made it work. it was worth it—every late-night call, every plane ticket, every care package sent with little notes and reminders of love. he counted down the days until he could see you again. every goodbye only made him more determined. so at 23, he finally made the choice—he wasn’t waiting anymore.

your apartment was beyond beautiful. a high-rise in the heart of the city, surrounded by shimmering lights and elegance. it was a reflection of the life you had built for yourself—one of success and independence. walking through the grand entrance, he felt a sense of pride. you had worked hard to be where you were. now, he would finally be there beside you. with each step toward your door, his heartbeat quickened, anticipation and excitement swelling in his chest.

when he knocked, the moment felt surreal. and then, as soon as you opened the door, it all became real. before you could even say a word, he pulled you into his arms, lifting you off the ground. your laughter echoed through the hallway, wrapping around him like a melody he never wanted to forget. he buried his face into your hair, breathing you in, grounding himself in the feeling of finally being where he belonged. “i’m home,” he whispered, his grip tightening as if he never wanted to let go. and this time, he didn’t have to. no more distance. no more waiting. just you, him, and the life you were always meant to share.