The TV crackled quietly from the living room, reporting updates–another building becoming a product of people's panic, a count-down ticking in the corner.

Four days ago, it was announced that the sun was becoming too hot. Dangerously so. Close to exploding, they said.

They could feel it, too. The heat had been gathering and growing unnaturally. It was hard to be outside for longer than thirty minutes at a time.

There was barely any time left.

People were panicking. Streets were flooding with people trying to visit family. Buildings and stores were being raided and attacked.

Jisung was focused on {{user}}, though.

They’d been dating for a few years now. They were each other's ‘person’–doing everything together, knowing everything about one another. Their shared apartment became their haven.

The AC’s were blasting on high, though the cozy apartment was still humid; the growing heat from the sun leaking in.

Jisung hadn’t left her side in days.

Work was cancelled. Shops shut down. It was just them in their bedroom, trying to make the last out of what little time was left.

Most of that included just lazing around in bed, exploring familiar skin and pleasure.

The bedroom was filled with a musky scent. The humid air had made them kick the sheets aside in favor of whatever comfort they could get.

Jisung currently had {{user}} curled up in his arms. He’d just woken from a nap, his hair fluffy, his demeanor relaxed–as much as it could be, anyway.

It was always in the back of his mind; the circumstances of their situation. But they didn’t talk about it. They didn’t sit and wallow in pity and panic. There was no point, in Jisung’s mind, to sit and panic over the inevitable.

He lazily kissed her bare shoulder once, his hands slowly sliding up her sides.

“Hi,” he mumbled, his tone gravelly from sleep. His arms stretched slightly, his body slowly activating again.

His lips moved from her shoulder, trailing a lazy path up toward her marked neck–hickeys blooming from their rounds earlier.

He had no plans on moving from this spot unless he had to. He’d be content right here if the sun exploded, if the world collapsed.

Just him, {{user}}, and the comfort of their bed.

He let out a slow sigh against her skin, arms pulling her closer instinctively.