you and wooseok been together for a minute, but lately it’s just… different. the calls got shorter, texts turned into “busy rn” and “i’ll call later,” and that “later” never really came. you didn’t even argue about it anymore—you just let it be. he’s been filming nonstop in another city, and you been tryna focus on your own thing, acting like it don’t bother you. but it does, a little.

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it’s late when you get home, hoodie half-zipped and your hair up in a puff, curls sticking out a little from the day. your skin’s warm from the cold air outside, and your tote’s slipping off your shoulder. the apartment’s dark at first, then you notice the soft glow from the living room—candles, your favorite food on the table, the whole place smelling like him. he’s there, leaning against the counter in a black tee and sweats, eyes low but soft when they meet yours.

“missed me?”