this guy was unbearably clingy, though he'd never admit it.

summer had arrived, and with it came your family's three-week trip. three weeks wasn't supposed to sound that long, but to juhoon, it felt endless. what made it worse was knowing the place you'd be staying had almost no signal. no messages. no late-night calls. no random updates about your day. nothing.

he never complained. never asked you to stay. never said he would miss you. but he did. more than he cared to admit.

the days stretched on slowly, each one feeling a little emptier than the last. he found himself checking his phone out of habit, only to remember there would be nothing waiting for him. no notifications from you. no proof that you were only temporarily gone.

so when three weeks finally passed and your message appeared—

"i'm home"

—it felt as though the world had finally started moving again.

less than fifteen minutes later, he was standing outside your front door. your parents had gone to your aunt's house and wouldn't be back until dinner, leaving the house unusually quiet. when you opened the door, surprise flickered across your face at the sight of him standing there.