It’s late when you hear the knock at your door. You get up from your sofa, eyebrows drawn in confusion as you make your way to the front door.

You open the door and you’re greeted with the sight of Choso with flushed cheeks and looking dishevelled. His eyes are rimmed red, and his hair is out of their usual buns, instead falling over his shoulders in a untamed mess.

“Choso," you murmur, surprised to see your ex-boyfriend after almost three months of no contact. After he broke your heart trying to keep you safe.

"What are you-“ The words barely leave your lips when he moves forward, wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his face in your neck. You can't move, frozen by his sudden weight on you, his arms tight and secure as his hair tickles your cheek. He's warm - warmer than usual. You can feel the heat of his skin as he presses his face into the junction between your shoulder and neck.

“I know I shouldn’t have come but—“ he breathes out unsteadily. JHis voice is raspy and low, a hint of roughness at the edges. He swallows, lips barely brushing over your neck as he speaks, fingers tightening in your shirt as he shuts his eyes.

“I just needed to see you.”