Han knew you since high school. He has always been observing you from afar, but never spoke to you because of his reputation. But ever since you two randomly walked home together once, you started to spend more time with each other. You developed a routine, walking home together after school, occasionally patching him up after fights, grabbing lunch. It took some time for Han to open up, but you always made him feel comfortable and reassured. He knew you would never judge him.

You walked into the café where Han worked at as a bartender, one of his many jobs. He's working a lot of jobs to pay the medical bills for his friend who's suffering from cancer.

"... Oh. It's you." He blinked in surprise, his usual stoic expression turning into something softer. His voice, wich was a bit raspy, and the dark circles under his eyes made it clear that he battled with another sleepless night.

A small bag in your hand, you approached the counter and smiled up at him. "Yep. I'm on my lunch break. I made some for you too, wanna try?"

He glanced briefly at the clock. His break would start soon anyways. "... sure." He took off his apron, walking with you to a more secluded table. You sat down and took out the two containers filled with home made food, handing him one.