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The untouched coffee beside him had gone cold hour an hour ago.

His eyes stayed fixed on the screen. Analyzing every single beat. The melody. The arrangement. He was listening and criticizing – nothing seemed to be right.

A quiet knock sounded against the studio door and he flinched. Who could it be at this time?

“Come in”, he muttered, his gaze now fixated on the door, which opened slowly. Warm air from the hallway slipped inside along with the smell of fresh coffee and takeout food.

You stood there holding a paper bag in one hand and two coffees in the other. For a second something in his expression softened.

“Hey, you”, you said quietly. “You’re still here.” You shot him sympathetic smile, I am still trying to finish this song. Something is missing and I can’t figure out what.”

You walked over carefully, setting the drinks down beside the keyboard before placing the food near him. “I figured you forgot to eat again.” In that moment his stomach started to rumble and he leaned back in his chair with a sigh, rubbing both hands down his face slowly. The room was quiet except for the faint static from the speakers.

Then you glanced toward the screen. Different track versions lined the monitor in messy rows.

Version 12.

Version 13.

Version 14.

None of them finished. “You’ve been stuck on the same song?”, you asked softly, stepping behind him. Chris stared at the timeline for a moment longer before nodding once. “It doesn’t sound right. None of them are good enough.”

He looked exhausted and it literally broke your heart. Dark circles under his eyes, a light twitch noticeable. The evidence that this wasn’t the first all nighter that he pulled was there.

You slowly placed your hands on his shoulders and immediately noticed how tense he was. Your fingers gently pressed into his muscles and his head fell into his neck, a soft moan escaping his lips. Carefully you leaned down, til your face was by his ear. “How about you take a little break? You’re too far in your head, it’s blocking you”, you whispered slowly, while slowly pressing your thumbs into his skin, trying to massage the knots away.

He turned his head slightly to your side, his eyes searching your face for something unknown. A couple of seconds passed in silence, it was just the two of you in the quiet of the studio. Then he lifted his hand, grabbed yours and pulled you slowly on his lap.

You settled carefully against him, one arm instinctively wrapping around his shoulders so he would not have to hold all of his weight up alone. Up close the exhaustion on his face looked even worse. His skin was pale beneath the harsh studio lighting, lips slightly dry from too much coffee and not enough sleep.

Chris rested his forehead against your shoulder for a moment and exhaled slowly, like even breathing had become difficult tonight. “I am serious”, he murmured quietly. “I don’t know why I can’t get this right.”

Your fingers moved gently through the hair at the nape of his neck. “Chris-“

“No, listen.” His voice cracked slightly from overuse and exhaustion. He pulled back just enough to look at you properly. “Everyone expects something good every time. The company, the fans …” He swallowed hard. “I’m supposed to lead this group properly and to make something worth all of this.”

The monitor continued glowing with unfinished timelines and scattered audio files. “But what if it’s not enough. The bar is so fricking high, what if I can’t live up to that?”

You could hear the fear underneath it now. No frustration. No irritation. Fear.

He laughed once under his breath, bitter and tired. “I keep listening to it and all I hear are flaws. Maybe I am losing it.” His gaze dropped toward the desk. “Maybe I am not good enough to keep carrying all of this.”

Your chest tightened painfully at his words. Carefully you cupped his face between your hands, forcing him to meet your eyes again. “Hey. Don’t say that.” His expression faltered immediately, like he wanted to believe you but didn’t know how.

“You care too much. That’s the problem. You put every ounce of yourself into this until you can’t separate the music from your own worth anymore”, you whispered quietly.

You gently shook his face in your hands like you wanted to shake some sense into him. His eyes stayed focused on you as your thumbs caressed the corners of his mouth. “You think one unfinished song suddenly erases everything you’ve already done? Everything you have achieved over the last couple of years?”, you continued gently.

His jaw tightened silently. “I’m the leader”, he said quietly. “If I mess up-“

“You’re human as well, Chris”, you interrupted softly. “And you’re exhausted.”

For a second he looked away again, blinking rapidly like he hated how emotional he felt right now. Your thumb brushed lightly beneath his eye before a tear could fully form. “Baby, I want you to listen to me now carefully.”

He looked at you again, his eyes still glistening.

“I see someone who stays awake until four in the morning because he cares so much it physically and mentally hurts him. I see someone who carries everyone else first and himself last.” Your fingers slid through his hair slowly as the room fell silent again except for the low hum of the equipment around you.

“You deserve some kindness as well, you know?”, you added finally and felt how his grip strengthened around you. Your hands wandered to his shoulders and you could feel how the tension slowly loosened beneath your touch. “You really think it’s okay if this isn’t perfect?”, he asked eventually, voice almost embarrassingly small. You tilted your head, shooting him a soft smile.

“I think nothing you create will ever be as terrible as you convince yourself it is at three in the morning.” A breath of laughter escaped him – weak and tired, but real. “There you are. My Chris”, you whispered teasingly.

He pulled you closer against his chest, this time when he buried his face against your shoulder it felt less desperate. “I am scared to disappoint everyone”, he admitted quietly into your hoodie. Your hand rested against the back of his head. “You won’t.”

“What if-?”

“No what ifs anymore. You won’t disappoint everyone. You’re going to make everyone proud. And even when things get hard, you don’t have to carry it alone. You have the boys. And you have me.”

His grip tightened again at those words. His breathing went calm and you softly pressed your lips on his head. “So, should I ask you when your last meal was or will the answer get me mad?”, you mumbled against his skin and his shoulder shook as he laughed out. “Better don’t ask me”, he replied and untangled himself from you.

You breathed out and turned around to grab the bag with the takeout food. “Good thing I brought you some Pho.” You took it out, placed it on the table and turned around to him again. “Here is what you’re going to do. You take a break, eat this damn pho and then you’re going to nap. Even if I have to smash this damn studio.”

Chris blinked a few times before a tired laugh finally slipped out of him properly this time. Low and raspy from exhaustion, but genuine enough to make relief loosen the tight knot in your chest.

“Damn what did the pho do to you?”, he asked, a tired grin pulled at his lips. You rolled your eyes. “Just eat your pho, before I shove it down your throat myself.”

“Damn, you’re bossy today.”

You hummed in approval, about to get up from his lap so he could eat in peace, but he was quick to wrap his arm around you to pull you back. “Where do you think are you going?”

You let out a surprised laugh as you landed back against his chest, one of his arms securely wrapped around your waist now despite how exhausted he was.

“Chris”, you protested weakly, trying not to smile. “You need to eat.”

“I can do that, while you stay here.” You snorted softly and relaxed against him again, your fingers absentmindedly playing with the sleeve of his hoodie while he reached for the pho with his free hand.

You watched him taking the first bite and how his face relaxed even more when the warm substance reached his tongue. His head eventually dropped against your shoulder while he chewed and let out a satisfied grunt. “Is it good?”, you asked softly and he just nodded. “Even with mint. Baby, I love you so much”, he whispered, as his free hand tightened around you .

Chris lowered the chopsticks for a second and looked at you like he still couldn’t fully understand how someone could walk into his worst moments and make them feel survivable. The studio lights reflected softly in his tired eyes now, exhaustion still there, nut no longer crushing him whole.

The song loop had long stopped playing and the studio finally felt quiet instead of suffocating. Then you exhaled softly, watching him quietly eating his pho. As soon as he took the last bite your hands slowly ruffled his hair. “How about you catch up on some sleep? You know I love you and you know I think you’re the hottest man who happened to walk planet earth right now, but you look rough. The circles under your eyes are as dark as the company’s budget after comeback season.”

He almost spat the pho out as he chuckled loudly at your remark. “Damn, you’re on fire today”, he laughed and leaned back against the chair, one hand covering his mouth while the other stayed wrapped loosely around your waist – the way his blinking had started slowing, the way his eyes struggled to stay fully open after every few seconds.

“There it is”, you mumbled quietly.

“What?”

“The crash.”

“I’m fine.”

“Mhm, sure.” You gently brushed your thumb beneath one of his eyes. “You just blinked in slow motion.”

He opened his mouth like he wanted to argue further more, but a yawn interrupted him halfway through. You raised an eyebrow immediately.

“You now literally yawned mid sentence.”

Chris groaned softly and dropped his forehead against you dramatically. “Can’t believe my body betrayed me like this”, he muttered.

A quiet laugh escaped you as your fingers moved through his hair again and you slowly slipped off his lap. He looked up at you about to reach for you again, but you caught his hand in yours, squeezing it tightly. “Come on. Let’s go to sleep now.”

You glanced toward the small couch shoved into the corner near the shelves of old vinyls and pulled him up. He stumbled slightly against you, his forehead once again finding your shoulder. You laughed quietly, slowly pushing him back only to find out that his eyes were already closed.

You grabbed his hand, slowly guiding him to the couch and seating them there. All while his eyes were still closed. When he felt the soft fabric of the furniture under his skin he opened his eyes again.

The studio lights suddenly felt much softer over here away from the monitors. “Oh, this is dangerous”, he mumbled suddenly.

“What?”

“If I close my eyes now, it’s over.”

You smiled softly and grabbed the folded blanket laying over the armrest before draping it over him. “That’s kind of the goal.”

The second you tucked the blanket around him, his eyes fluttered shut. Your heart clenched a little at how exhausted he looked now that he finally stopped forcing himself awake. Carefully you sat down beside him and brushed his hair away from his forehead.

He slightly lifted the blanket off his body. “Come here”, he whispered weakly  as he made space for you despite the couch being way too small for two people comfortably. The moment you laid down beside him, he immediately pulled you close like it was instinctive.

“Much better”, he whispered quietly, pulling the blanket over both of you. Your arms slipped around him carefully while his head settled against your chest. Within minutes his breathing had already started slowing. You continued running your fingers through his hair slowly while the quiet hum of the studio filled the silence around you.

“Hey”, he murmured eventually, voice barely above a whisper.

“Hm?”

“Thanks for coming and … making sure I am ok.”

You pressed a soft kiss against the top of his head. “Always.”

Chris hummed quietly at that, eyes already fully closed now. His body got heavier against you, acting like a second blanket that’s breathing. You looked at him, admiring his now calm features. His lips slightly puckered, as he nuzzled into you and you wrapped your arms tighter around him.

He was fully gone now and you couldn’t be happier that he finally got to rest a bit. It didn’t take long until you fell asleep as well, still tangled with his body.

Soft morning light filtered through the narrow studio windows by the time you woke up again. For a second you were confused about where you were. Your neck hurt slightly from the awkward position on the couch and one of your legs had completely fallen asleep beneath the blanket.

Still half asleep, you looked down automatically, but Chris was no longer there.

Your brows furrowed immediately. The blanket had slipped into the empty space beside you and the spot next to you was still warm, meaning he couldn’t have been gone long. Slowly you pushed yourself upright, rubbing tiredly at your eyes before glancing around the studio.

And there he was. Back in front of the mixing desk. But this time everything felt different.

The harsh frustration from last night was gone. His shoulders looked relaxed for the first time in days, head moving slightly to the rhythm playing softly through his headphones. One hand rested against the keyboard while the other tapped lightly against his thigh.

You stayed quiet for a moment, just watching him.

Then you noticed the screen.

Not version 12, 13 or 14. FINAL.

A sleepy smile slowly pulled at your lips. You carefully stood up and walked toward him, your feet barely making noise against the floor. Chris didn’t notice you immediately, too focused on the song playing

You reached him quietly and wrapped your arms around his shoulders from behind, pressing a soft kiss against the side of his head. He startled slightly before immediately relaxing into your touch.

“Morning”, he murmured, voice still rough from sleep.

“Morning”, you muttered, leaning against him. “You finished it?”

A smile appeared on his face as he leaned back into you. “Yeah.”

You glanced toward the screen again. “When?”

“Like an hour ago?”

Your eyes widened instantly. “Chris!”

“I woke up and suddenly everything made sense”, he defended quickly, laughing softly when you lightly smacked his shoulder. “I swear I slept first.”

“You better have.”

“I did.” He turned his head slightly toward you, smiling lazily now. “Turns out you were right.”

You gasped. “Holy shit. Say that again.”

He rolled his eyes affectionately before reaching up to grab your wrist gently, pulling you around the chair until you ended up standing between his knees. Then he looked up at you quietly for a moment.

He looked happy. Really happy.

“You know what the worst part is?”, he asked.

“What?”

He rested his hands against your waist slowly. “The thing that was missing was painfully obvious after sleeping.”

You smiled softly. “What was it?”

Chris tilted his head toward the headphone, that now rested on his shoulders, where the finished track continued playing quietly.

“Space”, he said simply. “I kept overcrowding everything because I was panicking.” His thumbs rubbed absentmindedly against your hips. “The second my brain stopped spiraling I knew exactly what needed to stay and what needed to go.”

You stared at him for a second before your hands slid up his arms. “You needed to rest.”

Then Chris reached over and clicked something on the keyboard, the melody of the song now playing over the speakers instead of his headphones.

“This part”, he murmured pulling you closer until your knees pressed against his chair. “Listen carefully.”

You stayed quiet while the instrumental built softly through the speakers. Then the chorus hit. Your eyes widened slightly. “Oh.”

Chris watched your reaction carefully now, nervousness flickering briefly across his face again. “Too much?”

“No”, you said immediately, looking back at him. “No, baby. It’s beautiful. I love it.” The tension left his shoulders fast.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” You leaned down and kissed his forehead softly. “See what happens when you sleep like a normal person? I am really contemplating sedating you more often.”

He laughed quietly and pulled you into his lap again, pressing himself against you. “Thank you so much. Without you I never would have finished this song”, he whispered softly and pressed a kiss against your shoulder blades. Followed by another one. Then another.

“You know I am never going to let you go, right? You’re stuck with me forever”, he said, which was supposed to sound like a threat, but you actually liked the idea of it. You loved it.

since the room was so high up you felt comfortable leaving them open, there was no balcony or any openings so you could enjoy truly enjoy the view of the bustling city.

you sat up and took a seat by the window, taking the throw blanket you and hyunjin bought from your last trip with you.

it was amazing to you that there was so many people living so many different lives, so many lights to signify different things. before you knew it you had grabbed the sketchbook and charcoal out of your bag. hyunjin had bought you and him art supplies while you were out earlier.

you started to sketch out the city in front of you, so focused on the scene. you wanted to challenge yourself to not try and erase or clean up your lines unless it was with the medium.

your brows furrowed and you started to get in your head, not even realizing your boyfriend was back in the hotel room. hyunjin thought you were asleep so he set down the bags of surprises quietly. when he walked further into the hotel room he saw you sitting by the window with the sketchpad in front of you. smiling to himself he watched you for a bit, changing from his outdoor clothes to indoor.

once he was done he went up to you and put his hand on your shoulder, the thin piece of charcoal snapped and you looked up at him.

“you scared me.” you felt yourself laugh a little before smiling up at him. hyunjin looked down at you, his smile never leaving his face.

“i’m sorry, my intended…” he mumbled and leaned down to kiss you.

you smiled into the kiss and set the art stuff down on the small table.

“let’s get your hands cleaned up and then we can head to bed alright? it’s late…” hyunjin caressed your face and kissed your forehead. you nodded and you both walked to the bathroom.

he helped you wash the charcoal off your hands as he told you about his day, “then this lady complimented my jewelry and i found out she was some like high political power that i didn’t even know!” hyunjin whispered through giggles.

“when did you find out?” you asked, giggling aswell, your boyfriend always found himself in weird positions like this.

hyunjin started laughing again, “literally four people came up to me and were like, ‘do you know who that is?’ and obviously i was like ‘nooooo what?’”

that sounded like something he would do and you could so clearly imagine it, “how does this keep happening to you?”

he dried off your hands and kissed your palms, “i don’t know my love! people just talk to me i guess. i don’t even know what they’re saying half the time.”

you started to giggle again and you guys walked over to the bed and got in. it was finally comfortable to you with your boyfriend next to you.

“so tell me about your day?” he laid on his side facing you, tracing your hands with his fingertips, “i had to leave when you got back so i didn’t get to ask…”

“it was busy, i had to talk to a lot of people too, not political powers though.” you teased him, he threw his head back and laughed.

“but it was good, i walked around a bit when you left, picked up a couple things for us too. there’s leftovers in the small fridge.” you spoke softly. hyunjin nodded and scooted closer to you, you could tell he was getting tired. sleep finally knocking on his door.

“i found… i found a nice cafe…” he yawned and pulled you closer to him, “healthy food… nice breakfast…” hyunjin started to shut his eyes.

you relaxed in his arms and started to place with the ends of his hair, “want to go there for breakfast tomorrow?”

he nodded, “then a museum…”

“then a museum…” you repeated and smiled to yourself, sleep starting to come for you too, “we better get rest then…”

hyunjin nodded into your neck, “mhm….” humming.

“i love you..” you whispered, your hand moving back and forth on his back.

Under the enchanting veil of a Friday night, the sky above Paris shimmered with the twinkling lights of countless stars. And there, amidst the urban hustle and bustle, I stood alone, a solitary figure bathed in the gentle glow of the streetlights.

With the ancient stones of the Pont Neuf beneath my feet, I looked up, my eyes drawn to the celestial marvel of Jupiter, gleaming brightly in the expanse of the night sky. Its presence seemed to hold a silent promise of adventure, beckoning me to lose myself in the mysteries of the universe.

As the cool breeze swept through the streets, carrying with it the faint scent of the Seine, I felt a sense of tranquility wash over me. For in that fleeting moment, beneath the canopy of stars, I was reminded of the beauty that exists in the quiet moments of solitude.

The city lights danced around me, casting shadows that played along the cobblestone streets. And as I stood by the bridge, entranced by the timeless beauty of Paris at night, I found solace in the simple act of being, embracing the vastness of the universe that stretched out before me.

As September draws to a close, memories flood your mind like waves crashing against the shore. It was during this same month that you first met Hyunjin, a passionate soul whose fire burned fiercely. Your encounter sparked something within you, a flicker of hope that perhaps you could weather the seasons together.

Seated in a cozy cafe on a crisp September evening, you find yourself lost in reverie, thoughts drifting back to that fateful day. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee mingles with the gentle hum of conversation around you, setting the stage for reflection.

Suddenly, the cafe door swings open, and Hyunjin breezes in with an infectious energy that lights up the room. Spotting you sitting by the window lost in thought, Hyunjin approaches with a warm smile.

"Hey there! Mind if I join you?" Hyunjin's voice carries a playful charm that instantly lifts your spirits.

Surprised but delighted by Hyunjin's arrival, you welcome him with open arms. As Hyunjin settles into the seat opposite, a sense of nostalgia fills the air, tinged with the magic of your first meeting.

Lost in conversation, you and Hyunjin reminisce about that unforgettable day, recalling the autumn leaves and the crisp September breeze that brought you together.

*A year ago*

As September painted France with the vibrant hues of autumn, you found yourself strolling through the corridors of a museum, captivated by the masterpieces adorning its walls. The air was alive with the whispers of history, each brushstroke telling a story of its own.

Lost in the beauty of the artwork, you paused before a particularly striking piece, your eyes tracing the intricate details with reverence. It was then that you noticed someone beside you, equally engrossed in the painting's allure.

"Quite breathtaking, isn't it?" a voice remarked, drawing your attention away from the canvas. You turned to find a stranger standing beside you, his eyes alight with the same admiration that mirrored your own.

You offered a tentative smile, struck by the familiarity in his gaze. "Absolutely mesmerizing," you replied, unable to tear your gaze away from the artwork's magnetic pull.

The stranger nodded in agreement, a shared appreciation for art bridging the gap between you. "I've always been drawn to the way artists capture the essence of life within their work," he remarked, his voice soft yet impassioned.

"Likewise," you replied, feeling a connection spark between you like a flame in the darkness. "There's something profoundly beautiful about the way art transcends time and space, speaking to the soul in ways words cannot."

The stranger's eyes sparkled with intrigue, a silent invitation to delve deeper into the mysteries of the art world. "I couldn't agree more," he said, a hint of curiosity coloring his tone. "Do you come here often?"

You shook your head, a smile playing at the corners of your lips. "No, actually. This is my first time visiting this museum. I suppose I was drawn here by the allure of the unknown."

The stranger's lips curved into a smile, his gaze warm and inviting. "A fellow seeker of the unknown," he remarked, his words tinged with amusement. "Well, I'm glad our paths have crossed today."

And in that moment, amidst the hallowed halls of the museum, you knew that your encounter was more than mere chance. It was the beginning of a journey filled with shared passions, whispered conversations, and the timeless beauty of art that would bind your hearts together in the months and years to come.

"And the way you smiled when our eyes first met," you muse, your voice tinged with fondness. "It felt like the beginning of something special."

Hyunjin nods in agreement, his eyes alight with affection. "It definitely was special. You brought so much light into my life, you know? I never expected to meet someone like you."

The warmth of Hyunjin's words envelops you, filling your heart with gratitude for the serendipitous encounter that changed your life forever.

Your hands intertwine across the table, a silent promise of solidarity and love. "Here's to weathering the seasons together, through every storm and every sunset," Hyunjin declares, his gaze unwavering.

"Cheers to that, my dear," you echo, your heart overflowing with love. In that moment, as you share a tender smile, you know that your bond is stronger than any memory and that your love will endure through the changing seasons of life.

But as time passed, your relationship with Hyunjin became tumultuous, marked by tears and turmoil. His intensity mirrored a raging fire, while you, like the ocean, sought to soothe and calm. Yet, despite your efforts, he remained locked in a cycle of passion and pain.

One evening, as the weight of the tension between you hung heavy in the air, you found yourselves sitting across from each other in the dimly lit confines of your shared apartment.

Hyunjin's brows furrowed with frustration as he paced back and forth, his movements agitated like flames dancing in the wind. "I just don't understand why you can't see things from my perspective," he exclaimed, his voice laced with exasperation.

You watched him, the ache in your heart matching the intensity of his words. "Hyunjin, I'm trying," you replied softly, your voice a gentle whisper against the storm brewing within him. "But we can't keep living like this, constantly at odds with each other."

He turned to face you, his eyes ablaze with emotion. "I know, I know," he muttered, his tone heavy with regret. "But it's like I can't control it. The fire inside me, it just consumes everything in its path."

Your heart ached at his words, the depth of his pain echoing in the caverns of your soul. "I understand, Hyunjin," you murmured, reaching out to touch his trembling hand. "But we need to find a way to break free from this cycle, to find peace amidst the chaos."

He sighed, his shoulders slumping with the weight of the world upon them. "I don't know if I can," he admitted, his voice raw with vulnerability. "But I don't want to lose you, either."

Tears glistened in your eyes as you met his gaze, the ocean of your emotions crashing against the shores of his fiery resolve. "We don't have to have all the answers right now," you said softly, your words a lifeline in the darkness. "But we can start by facing this together, one step at a time."

And in that moment, amidst the tempest of emotions that raged within you both, you found solace in the knowledge that love, like the ocean, has the power to quench even the fiercest of flames.

His words echoed in your mind as you recalled the depth of your connection, the highs and lows that defined your love. Hyunjin’s fiery temperament clashed with your tranquil nature, leaving you both adrift in a sea of emotions.

In the midst of a heated exchange, Hyunjin's voice reverberated with frustration, pleading for understanding. "Why can't you see things from my perspective, huh? You're always so calm, so distant!" he exclaimed, his tone filled with desperation.

Attempting to maintain composure, you responded in measured tones, urging for a more peaceful resolution. "Hyunjin, yelling won't solve anything. We need to talk about this calmly," you reasoned, hoping to soothe the rising tension.

Yet, Hyunjin's anguish persisted, his words a poignant reflection of his inner turmoil. "But you never understand! You never feel the way I do!" he lamented, his voice tinged with sorrow.

Reaching out with empathy, you acknowledged the struggle of navigating differences in temperament. "I do understand, Hyunjin. I just express it differently. We're different, but that's what makes us work, isn't it?" you offered, seeking common ground amidst the discord.

Amidst the emotional turbulence, Hyunjin confessed his feelings of isolation, expressing the weight of his emotions. "It's hard, though. Sometimes I feel like I'm drowning in my own emotions," he admitted, his vulnerability laid bare.

As the echoes of your conversation lingered in the air, you couldn't help but feel the gravity of the moment. You couldn’t stay in the suffocating atmosphere of your shared studio any longer. With a heavy heart and a mind clouded with uncertainty, you stepped out into the cool night air, walking aimlessly through the labyrinthine streets of the city until you found yourself standing on a bridge.

In the quiet of the night, with only the soft murmur of the river below to keep you company, you found solace in the solitude. The city lights shimmered like distant stars, casting fleeting shadows upon the rippling surface of the water.

As you stood there, the weight of your shared history with Hyunjin hung heavy in the air, tugging at the edges of your consciousness. You couldn’t help but contemplate the depths of your bond, the intricate threads that kept you tethered together even in the midst of turmoil.

In the silence of the night, you longed for peace—for a moment of respite from the storm that raged within your hearts. The bridge stretched out before you like a lifeline, offering a fleeting glimpse of serenity amidst the chaos of your thoughts.

With each passing moment, you felt the weight of the world slowly lifting from your shoulders, replaced by a sense of clarity and resolve. You knew that the road ahead would be fraught with challenges, but in that solitary moment beneath the starlit sky, you found the strength to face whatever lay ahead.

As you stood there, alone yet not entirely alone, you whispered a silent prayer into the night, hoping for a glimmer of hope to guide you through the darkness, and a beacon of light to lead you back to the shores of peace and tranquility.

With each whispered prayer, you surrendered to the mysteries of the universe, trusting that in its infinite wisdom, it would guide you towards the shores of peace and understanding. For beneath the canopy of stars, amidst the vastness of the cosmos, you found solace in the certainty that your love was a force as timeless and enduring as the universe itself.

You knew, deep within your heart, that this moment of solace wasn't the end of the journey. In the midst of turmoil, clarity whispered to you, reminding you of the intricate dance between your calming waves and his fierce fire.

Standing beneath the starlit sky, engulfed in the tumult of your emotions, a familiar presence by your side stirred your senses. Though no words were exchanged, you sensed his presence, an unspoken acknowledgment of your shared turmoil.

Tears welled in your eyes, silent messengers of the emotions that threatened to overwhelm you. And then, in the stillness of the night, Hyunjin stood before you, his silhouette a reassuring beacon amidst the darkness.

Gently, almost instinctively, he reached for your hand, his touch a balm to your wounded soul. With a tenderness that spoke volumes, he drew you into his embrace, enveloping you in the warmth of his love.

In that moment, as his arms encircled you, you felt a sense of peace wash over you, a fleeting respite from the storm that raged within. In his embrace, you found solace, a sanctuary amidst the chaos of your emotions.

Despite you doing your best to smile enough to not worry him, he can tell that the smile far from reaches your eyes. His tone changes to stern as his eyes bore into your soul; thank goodness there's a screen separating y'all! "Tell me." He demands; you try to laugh it off. "Tell you what? That I love you; you know I do, Min!". He isn't laughing, "Don't play this game with me, angel, I can tell something is wrong. Please, I'm here for you, always.".

At his sincere words and concern for your well-being, the dam is broken, and you start bawling, unable to communicate for about 3 minutes. He understands and doesn't bother you; he just looks at you pitifully, upset that he knows there is nothing he can do to help right now. Once your breathing has regulated, you say, "Okay, well, buckle up, my love, because today was a doozy…" he nods to show that he is ready and you are free to start whenever.

After a sip of water, you begin, "First off, my dad, who I haven't talked to in about 7 years, texted me out of the blue asking what I've been up to, and he misses me (bullshit, you mutter under your breath). So this fucker asks if we can meet up for lunch or something soon. I told him that I was not in the States anymore. He said that my mom was bragging about me and accidentally let it slip that I live in Korea now, so that's no issue since he has wanted to take a trip anyway. “

“I told him to stay out of my goddamn life since that is what he is best at, and he lost his chances to reconcile with me a decade ago. Then he dared to get angry with me and say he deserves to see me because ' he's my father.' I told him he was just a sperm donor and he had no right to me, especially since I changed my last name once I moved out. He didn't like that and said that I was just like my mom, a bitch, and that was it. Now most times, I don't like being compared to my mom, but in cases like these, it's a badge of honor, lol.”.

As you take a breath, Minho stares off from his phone for a moment to process all of that. Now, that situation would be intense to hear about for anyone. Still, it's an entirely different playing field for your fiercely protective boyfriend who knows about your trauma. "I'm gonna kill him." He states, still looking off into the distance.

You damn near spit out your water at the suddenness of this statement, then reply with, "I mean, go for it, have fun even, but make sure I'm there. I want to see his pathetic life leave his blank stare as I deal the final blow." His eyes widen, knowing that your talk of wanting to kill your dad was serious all these years; his only response is to nod, "Anything you want, Princess.".

Blushing at the pet name and feeling a bit better, having vented some of the day away, you say, "You are already fuming; I can just finish up the story later. It's okay. I will see you, la-" "You'll see me as soon as you are done telling me what happened today. Yes, I am pissed at your dad on multiple levels. Still, I care about you even more. So what else happened, honey?". You close your eyes, and with your voice slightly cracking, you say, "My mom. She happened. So she Facetimed me earlier, like 10 minutes after the ordeal with 'dad'.

  She just wanted to check up on me, but I was snippier than usual because I don't like surprises like that and wouldn't have agreed to call just then. I told her that she needs to not just randomly Facetime me because next time, depending on what kind of day I'm having, I may not be in the mood to pick up. She didn't like that at all and tried to play the guilt card of not seeing me in forever despite her knowing I’ve been super busy lately. I told her that wasn’t fair, and we texted enough for her to know that my life has been hectic, so she needs to not try to make me feel guilty for my success."

“So then,” you continue, “she happens to spot that the sink has dishes, trash needs to be taken out, etc., etc., and huffs. I ask what's wrong, and she proceeds to say that, well, despite success looks like you can't handle it all if you can't maintain a clean living space and that after this long, she thought that I would’ve figured out a routine that works for me by now.

  She even had the audacity to say, 'Ah yes, your work is soooo taxing being around gorgeous people all day, you poor thing.' That set me off; I told her that my job is taxing because I want to ensure I am doing my best, so they do not have to worry as much. I have had no energy to do anything when I come home lately besides shower, eat, and talk to Min for a little while before I pass out. The final straw was when she said, ', Oh, so you have time for your boyfriend but not for your mom; I see how it is.' And just ended the call."

  He stares into space again and says, "Wait…what the actual fuck??!! She knows you have abandonment issues and how your energy levels can be, and she dares to pull that…. I'm so sorry, love, for everything." You sniffle, trying to ward off more tears and answer, "It isn't your fault, though; none of this is, which is why I wasn't going to bother you with it or bring down your day. Especially after a live because I know you get a mixed bag of comments with those; I feel extra bad now. I'm sorry; I'm selfish and shouldn't have word-vomited on you. Oh fuck, am I like my dad? I'm really gonna run into traffic now," you half-joke.

"AISH. Y/N-AAAA!! I've told you that you never need to hide anything from me, okay? I am here for you. I would’ve hated it if you kept all of this to yourself until you deemed that I was ready to hear it. Lovingly shut the hell up about that 'like your dad/being selfish' shit. I could tell you weren't okay and asked you to share why. Yanno, I love you and know you have struggled mainly alone for too long."

" Your dad would've just started unloading about his day without even thinking to ask how I was before, so stop. No running into traffic jokes either, alright? You really wanna do that to me and the kids?". The corner of your mouth twitches into a slight smile as you say, ", Okay, you maybe have good points; I'm sorry. And I wouldn't do that to you and those fuzzy little cuties in a million years!"

He smirks, "Good, and stop saying sorry. You did nothing wrong, okay?"; you nod in response, granting you a flying kiss through the screen. "Do you have any plans today y/n?" "Nope MinMin, I'm free the rest of the day; why?" "You'll see, just be ready in 15 minutes, dress comfy. I'll see you soon; gonna hang up now, saranghae jagiya!" "Saranghae jagi, I'll see you soon!". The call ends, and you put on your favorite pair of leggings and an oversized hoodie you had stolen from him on your third date paired with your trusty boots, and you are ready to go!

15 minutes later, your boyfriend is pulled into your driveway and leans against the car waiting for you, not wanting to rush you but letting you know he is there. The second you step past your door, he runs up to you and captures you in the most comforting hug that might've ever existed.

This causes you to cry more, and his only response is to softly rub your back, occasionally pecking your temple and forehead with kisses and soothingly whispering, "There there, y/n, I'm here. It's going to be okay, that's it. Let it out.". After about 9 minutes, he wipes away the tears for you, kisses their faint trails, and leads you hand in hand to his car. As he starts driving, you have no idea what he has planned, and frankly, it couldn't matter less; you are feeling better just being in his company.

Putting the car in park, he turns to you and asks, "You ready?" "for what?" you reply. He emerges from the vehicle and opens your door for you, holding your hand as you walk into the building, saying, "Just trust me.". As soon as you walk in, you are taken aback at how nice this place looks but are too entranced in the calming scents of rain and vanilla to put too much thought into it. He notices you just taking everything in and places a gentle hand on the small of your back to catch your attention, "Let's get this started, shall we? Don't worry, I pulled a few strings, and we have the place to ourselves.".

Returning to reality, you look at him with wide eyes, "Wait….did you rent out a whole ass spa just because my parents were jerks??? This is too much; I'll be okay, I swear!". He calmly places a finger over your lips, looking into your eyes. "Nothing is too much for my baby girl, you need to wind down anyway, and I just had an excuse to pull something like this off. Now… go enjoy my love."

You blush at the effort and care he put into this, all for you, and nod, walking to the back. First, you get the best massage of your life, not counting the ones that Min has given you; of course, once it is done, the masseuse leaves so that you can retie your robe and move on to the next room. Nearly falling asleep from how jelly-like your muscles feel, you don't notice that you aren't alone until you feel a hand gripping your ass cheek.

You bolt up and whip your head around only to find your cheeky partner showcasing the cat smirk that you so adore until he moves closer to you and bends down, placing soft kisses on your shoulders, neck, and all over your face until you are both giggling. "Now, on to the next room." He commands while taking hold of your neck with his strong, veiny hands that impress you more and more every day.

Helping you into the next room as you are still a bit wobbly, Min starts feeling like this was definitely a good idea since it has been ages since he has seen your features this relaxed. Once you sit in the massage chair, he plants a kiss on the top of your hand and then leaves you to enjoy phase 2. Phase 2 includes a full mani-pedi as well as a customized facial treatment due to him knowing that you have sensitive skin. He even asked the staff to provide extra cucumber slices to snack on if smelling them on your face kickstarted your craving.

Throughout the mani-pedi, you receive heavenly hand and foot massages, and you start to wonder if this is all a dream due to how perfect everything has been. As you wait a few moments for them to ensure the next room is ready, your sneaky boyfriend whispers into your ear, "Enjoying yourself pretty?" as your eyes are closed, leaning back in relaxation.

  Your eyes fly open, mainly from the realization that those 3 words created body-wide goosebumps. Hovering over you, he shakes his head and gently lowers your lids, "Keep relaxing, pet. Let master take care of you, yeah?". Biting your lip, you nod slightly while fighting a moan; at this green light, he starts a trail of kisses from your collarbone down to your sternum.

Your breathing becomes more uneven by the second as he takes one tit into his mouth, swirling and flicking his tongue around your hardened bud and occasionally sucking on it as if his life depended on it. He can tell that you are needy from his actions and stops right before the staff returns to lead you into the next room. Not before he leaves little love bites all over your cleavage, though.

Phase 3 is a special treatment that he personally requested. Now, the spa staff is well aware of your heat sensitivity, and you were fine temperature-wise until Min's little sneaky stunts left you panting with flushed cheeks. Well, it seems he anticipated this because he arranged a cooling stone treatment for you in the next room. They spend about a half hour moving stones of all sizes all along your body and double as many times over your pressure points to ensure you don't get overheated.

In the end, you are instructed to lie face down once again as they leave an even pattern of chilling stones all down your back as well as on the nape of your neck. In the midst of cooling bliss, you feel a familiar set of lips kissing up your calves all the way to the back of your thighs. Goosebumps appear again, and you can feel the desire pooling in your stomach along with the increasing wetness between the lips of your pussy.

He barely has to apply pressure to your inner thighs for you to spread your legs for him even wider. Leaning over your back, he nibbles your earlobe and coyly says, "Damn baby, you really are my subby little kitten, aren't you? All it takes is a few kisses and teasing touches, and you are dripping onto this table for me. I'm not complaining; I've just come to taste my handiwork.".

  Before you can object for fear that you'll be walked in on, his tongue is deep in your throbbing cunt, licking broad stripes along your lips. Feeling you adjust slightly in an attempt to grind against his face, he firmly holds down your legs, saying, "C'mon, my needy little babydoll, you gotta stay still so daddy can take care of you. Unless you want them to see that their handiwork has shifted and be privy to your true nature." You groan as if to say, "That's not fair," but you aren't complaining after all…

You finish for the third time, not 5 minutes before the staff walks in with a robe, ready to remove the stones from your back, ignoring the smell of sex as they were paid to do. Sitting on the end of the table, waiting to see what will happen next, Minho saunters in and extends his hand towards you while slightly bowing. Furrowing your brows, you ask, "Um, my dear boyfriend, it's a little difficult for me to walk. Could you tell me where we are going?".

Ignoring your question, he states, "You feel a little chilly."; you huff and reply, "Well, thank you, great compass, that helped a ton. For your information, I am, actually. The stones set me back to neutral, but then, all of that release burned a lot of calories, and now I'm resetting." "I thought as much. Well, welcome to the last stage of Min's 'If I can't kill those who hurt you, I'm gonna try my hardest to kill your unhappiness and soothe your soul for eternity' tour!".

Trying to disguise the tears in your eyes from being seen, you tease, "Damn, that's a mouthful, love…" He just grins and cocks an eyebrow replying, "Yeah, well, so are you, and I'm not complaining."; this makes you blush and scan the area, hoping nobody heard him.

He leads you into a private hot tub/sauna room with the temperature of everything set just warm enough to help you feel normal but cool enough that you won't pass out. You don't waste any time changing into a bathing suit and letting your body succumb to the sensation of the jets and the melting effect that the water is having over every inch of you. Eyes closed and head back, you still have trouble believing all this is real. Ten minutes later, you feel the water rise higher on your body, and it isn't long before you know the culprit is your Min joining you.

Looking to the right of you, where he is sitting, you pull yourself over his lap and start kissing along his neck, all the way behind his ear, and finally over to his lips for a steamy makeout sesh that leaves you both breathless and has him asking, "Well Princess what was that for? I am certainly not mad about it, but I figured you'd be too relaxed to be this bold right now."

It's your turn to smirk as you rub your clothed core against his growing bulge, then whisper against his ear, "See, the thing is…I was relaxed, then you made me all needy, so you have to fix it now, mister." "Oh, do I?" he teases as he slips two fingers inside of your soaked cunt easily, which elicits a very loud “fuck Minho” from your lips. He curls his fingers inside of you, occasionally toying with your sensitive bud while kissing you passionately until you have cum all over his hand 5 times.

He lets you stay collapsed against him for a solid 10 minutes before saying, "Let's go, my adorable little raisin.". Pouting, you lift your head up, meeting his eyes and saying, "But baaabe, I feel too weak to dry off, get dressed, and go all the way to the car…” He chuckles, tucking your hair behind your ear and placing a soft kiss to the tip of your cute nose before explaining, “I planned for this situation as well my love, just trust me yeah?” he says touching his forehead to yours as you nod.

He gets out first, quickly drying off, pulling on a pair of boxers, and heading back to you. He lifts you bridal style with ease out of the hot tub and places you on possibly the best bed you have ever laid on. As he joins you underneath the covers, you curl up against him with your nose on his neck and his chin on top of your head; "Jagi, did you invent a cooling cloud for me to sleep on?" you ask, half out of consciousness.

He gives a deep chuckle in amusement at how tiny you are right now, places a kiss on top of your head, and traces his fingers up and down your spine as he answers, "I'm not thaaat powerful jagiya, but that was precious."

Pressing yourself closer to his chest in embarrassment while giggling, you retort playfully whiny, "Don't make fun of meee. Just tell me what magic is underneath us right now, and can we take it home?". He smiles ear to ear, just as smitten with you as the day he met you, and replies, "Well, I thought you might get overheated, so I asked if they could set up the extra room as a nap area with silk sheets for cooling reasons. Sadly, they didn't have any, but thankfully, they did have this other fabric called habotai. It is much like silk but a bit cheaper and slightly more cooling. If you like it this much,  we can send a set home with us."

Barely raising your head, just enough for him to see your eyes, you ask, "Wait, really??" with the wonderment of a child who just got told they can take home the toy they've been eyeing in the store for the past 20 minutes. Kissing your forehead, he nods and can feel fatigue overtake his body; right before he drifts into dreamland, though, your sweet voice permeates the air.

Pressing a palm against his firm chest to let him know you're awake, barely above a whisper, you say, "Um…I don't want to be greedy, but I have a question….if that's alright. I know you've done so much already." He glances down at you and cups your cheek with his palm, "What is it, my star?" you feel your cheeks flush as you ask, "Well, see, the thing is, I was thinking, or rather wondering if you could just…be inside of me? If that's silly, I get it, just, I dunno, I want to feel as close as I can to you. You're so healing you have no idea…".

Before you finish your sentence, he is gently filling you up with his cock and softly presses his lips against yours right as you finish speaking. "I doubt you could ever make a silly request or be greedy where I am concerned, sweetheart. You could want to hula hoop with Saturn's rings, and I'd find a way to grant your wish, my love." Giving a contented sigh, you nod, and you both drift off to the most peaceful sleep either of you have experienced in a long while.

  Even though you felt like absolute trash earlier today, here you are, feeling like the most valuable piece of treasure. All thanks to your fantastic boyfriend who sees you as a goddess and would move mountains if it meant you were at peace. The reason is, to him, you are the rarest gem that he had the fortune of stumbling across in life, and he spends every day trying to think of ways to show you just how special you are to him and in general.

After that day, you both vow to always let each other know what is going on so that neither of you faces hardships alone; from now to eternity, you will be each other’s soul soothers, and you couldn't feel more thankful to have this man by your side now and forever.

flowing so smoothly like a stream, the late night ride was just like that. the occasional flickering of the road lights were not noticeable by you as you drove elsewhere, to wherever your consciousness will be leading you to. even the soft and mellow music playing on the radio is barely audible to you.

you were so focused yet so distracted on the road.

there you were on the road with your red convertible, silently driving at a slower pace than you usually go for. the wind, as if your lover, kisses your bare skin all over. the cold wind does not seem to want to leave you alone, even when the stoplight is the same hue of your car. clingy type much?

the chilly night offered so much comfort for you, like it always does. out of all the feelings a person could feel in their lifetime, this will always be, without a doubt, the feeling you would always choose to wallow in.

the person who is always known to be very jolly and outgoing is actually the most silent and perhaps solemn person you know. so loud yet at the same time so calm; you, that’s you.

which is why the spectacular artist sitting in your passenger seat can never get used to all the times you are not like your usual outgoing self. sometimes, some are even scared when you are not like that. it’s not that you’re letting them sense an impending doom— your pent up anger, they assume— but rather this is just you when you are comfortable with the person you’re with. a bit ironic, isn’t it? but that’s why he liked you among the rest.

raw, genuine— you. it’s always you that he admired. the person whom he met at the nearby restaurant you were working at. the person who chased him under the rain when he left his phone on the table after dining. the person who always, always, always beams him the most beautiful smile he has ever laid his eyes upon. someone who harbored as if the same mindset as his, god, how breathtaking can you be?

“pay me with an autograph maybe?” he remembers this line so vividly as if that nostalgic memory of his had just occurred this morning. sure, it may be a cliché starting point but changbin can never shrug off the laugh you let out after joking lightheartedly. it was as if he encountered such a composition he has been looking for so long, it felt like he had just won the lotto. the tunes of every instruments can never compare to such a melodious laugh he has since yearned to hear once more.

sneaky but obvious, changbin dropped by the restaurant whenever he can, sometimes dragging along with him his friends. whenever he can is equivalent to almost every single day. were you oblivious to it? perhaps, hehe.

changbin is always in for a good time and so are you. events on the same page of the same book, it always feels like a fantasy whenever he is with you. a fever dream that feels like cherry blossoms raining down gloriously on the road. everything beautiful, everything wonderful, changbin associated each and every single thing to you.

loneliness, a horrible, horrible feeling to experience. changbin hated going through such. but even in moments of silence like this, as long as it’s with you, as long as it’s you, not any ounce of loneliness is capable of overwhelming him.

oh, man, he fell hard without him noticing.

at this point, he’s unsure of how he is able to keep his feelings hidden. he would be so loud and open about his matters and thoughts but with you, he just couldn’t express how whipped this man is for you. without him realizing, he has written a couple songs about you which he deliberately hides from his members whenever he feels like he is about to get caught. some have lived their life with the company of a serene melody, some still stationed in a paper, some unfinished.

like he always questions, how were you able to captivate him like this?

tonight, he sensed something wrong. though he still is adjusting with your silence, he knows when it is a comfortable silence.

but tonight wasn’t anything like that. it felt heavy for some reason that even changbin isn’t sure of. he knows that your way of expressing comfortability is through your warm and calm silence however why does it feel off this time? the puzzle just won’t fit as changbin is unsure which is the right piece for this.

two words, a question; he wanted to ask a simple what’s up? but it was buried deep in his throat that it felt uncomfortable— like he wanted to throw it all up for his own comfort. choking on his words, changbin didn’t seem to notice the sudden halt of the car near his studio.

“i’ll drop you off here, bin,” you softly tell him. “i’ll be going somewhere. i hope you don’t mind.”

“uh... no, not at all.” changbin awkwardly replied. he wanted to ask where, however his usual energy is missing and he doesn’t know why. it’s frustrating him already.

that was cut off, though, when you chuckled. “you must be curious where.”

changbin scoffs a little, his body turning to face you better after removing his seatbelt. “yeah, i am, thanks for saving me there. tell me about it.”

you both laughed, with changbin as if recording your laugh in his brain, registering it as the most wonderful melody he has ever heard so he can listen to it over and over again. he’s so smitten for you. it’s adorable.

“i’ll go... somewhere far away.” you grin at him, but it felt wrong. why was there a pause? why are you hesitating? changbin wanted to push away the worry that was starting to build up in his body. it made him uneasy.

“to where exactly?”

you shrug, “don’t know. just anywhere but here.”

“here?” changbin wondered.

“i already know, bin.”

know what? he wanted to ask but he didn’t want to know at the same time.

“that you like me.”

“you’re the best clown i ever met.” changbin spat out unconsciously, perhaps a defense mechanism. it caught you off guard, but not to the point that it offended you. you chortled, smiling at him.

“i am, i am, you’re right.” you removed your seatbelt as well, facing him fully this time with your cheek resting on the seat of your car.

“but bin,” a sad smile he saw on your lips, “we both know i’m not lying.”

this time, it was him who was silent.

“i think... you know my answer already.” you closed your eyes, facing upwards. the bitterness is flowing smoothly like your ride, like a stream.

“...i don’t think i need to know.” changbin does the same as you do. “go to wherever, heal yourself. you know i’ll always be here for you, even when here is not the place you want to go to.”

“i know...” you sigh, still maintaining a sad smile. “i might be a meanie if i say this, but who knows? maybe in the future?”

changbin scoffs lightheartedly, “that i also don’t think i need to hear.”

ironically, this is where the comfortable silence comes in. despite the heavy topic, the serious topic, it just felt comfortable for the two of you even if it was painful. perhaps this is just the calm before the storm— before the both of you start feeling the regret.

“this is annoying.” changbin exclaims lowly, to which you chuckled softly. “it is.”

“i just hope you’ll be happy, that isn’t something you really would find in me. i’m too broken to make someone happy.” you wish bitterly.

“you don’t have to do anything to make me happy, you know?” bin hungs his head, forehead resting on his palm gently. “being around you is already the best, what more can i ask for? you never left me alone.”

“i will now, though.” you face him slowly, a tear rolling down your cheek as you did so.

“don’t wait for me, bin.”

changbin felt all sorts of emotions— all the what if’s and could’ve been’s combined with the frustration and desperation fighting with one another of which will reign among him. he hated it, truly. a part of him wanted to continue hoping, but another part of him wanted to stop, to recognize that this is the end.

though he was happy that you are choosing to prioritize yourself, it felt like you were pushing him away. to push someone away is like leaving them, he didn’t like being left behind. especially by you whom he had confided so comfortably like he never did before.

changbin gently opens the door of the car, dismounting it before closing it gently. he didn’t have any energy to deal with this anymore and he didn’t want to force himself to do that.

“whatever you say,” he tried to smile. “don’t decide for me. i’ll wait for you, even if i stand a chance or not. whether or not i still want you to be mine or if i have moved on from this.”

this took you aback, almost gasping at his response while your tears continue to roll down.

“i’ll wait for you because i like having you around, so don’t decide for me, got that?” though changbin sounded firm, he was attempting to create a lively atmosphere despite all of the feelings lingering around. this doesn’t change the fact that he is serious with all of his proclamations for you.

“now wipe your tears and get going. your time starts now!” he chortles at you before running to the studio.

you couldn’t help but smile at this goofy moment that you will be missing terribly. as much as you wanted to accept him, you just weren’t ready to engage with anyone. there are too much scars adorning your soul that you need to heal. it would be better to say no than to self-sabotage and harm him. and you’re sure that he understands that.

but who knows, right? maybe some other time, some other occasion or whatnot.

betting on it, however, is neither of you’s priority at the moment. you both chose to just continue living your life. he enters the studio while you continue driving.

the chilly yet soothing wind that seemed to have deemed themself as your lover still never left you alone, bathing you in kisses that you wish you could feel from changbin.

how much he yearned for you, you yearned for him just as much. perhaps, it just was not the right time for the both of you.