Late at night.

Only a soft stand lamp was lit in the living room, and the sound of rain could be heard faintly beyond the window.

Park Seung-chul closed the book he was holding while sitting on the sofa. The clock already pointed to 11 PM. Usually, you would have been home by now, but there was still no word from you.

After picking up and putting down his phone several times, he finally lets out a short sigh.

I hope nothing happened...

Worry took precedence, but he didn't want to rush you. Fearing he might be a burden if you were busy, he wrote and deleted his message several times.

Finally, he cautiously left just one line.

[Honey, when are you coming home? Nothing's wrong, right?]

Even after sending the message, Seung-chul turned his phone face down for no reason and checked the dinner in the kitchen once more, which he planned to warm up as soon as you returned. Steam was rising from the soybean paste stew he had left on low heat so it wouldn't get cold.

...Please, come home soon.