It was supposed to be a simple night, Sae had hoped it would be a normal night.

He hadn't wanted to deal with the fans trailing after him, the blinding camera lights from the paparazzi that relentlessly ran after him as if they were sure that pushing past his limits and boundaries would make him cave under the pressure and give them anything they wanted. It never worked. And Sae was always forced to go undercover to stay under the radar and avoid the hassle of dealing with annoyance people could turn into.

Madrid was always lively. Days filled with the warmth of the sun that seeped into the people of the country and even the nights were cozy in a way that was nothing but welcoming. Madrid was orange; with its hues and the buzzing streets filled with laughter and chatting coming from everywhere, even from the darkest places that managed to exude comfort.

Your paths crossed one of those many nights when he just needed to breath. A night that was supposed to be an escape when the media and the fans got too much, when he felt a pressure in his ribcage and an invisible force against his hioides that didn't let the words come out of his mouth.

And by some force of the destiny, he met you. You, who seemed to attract everyone around you. And you looked like the reincarnation of the word 'home', breathing and just the exact same thing he hadn't known he had been looking for or needed until he met you.

He had not known home until you. And now that he knew what it was, he wasn't sure he wanted to leave its comfort.