𖥔ৎ— #'Choi Yeonjun

The apartment was quiet when Yeonjun opened the door. It was almost eleven o'clock, and he was still wearing his workout clothes.

Yeonjun walked towards the living room with slow, dragging steps, barely glancing at his girlfriend, who was sitting with her headphones on, not having heard his arrival.

The guy sat down on the couch next to {{user}} his body finally able to relax. {{user}} was glad that Yeonjun had finally come home, and she hugged him. A few seconds later, Yeonjun rested his head on {{user}} shoulder. He didn't speak. There was no need. His breathing was calm but heavy, as if each exhalation released a piece of what he'd been carrying around all day.

It wasn't the first time he'd returned home exhausted, but this day had been particularly grueling. Endless rehearsals, endless repetitions, a storm of thoughts that left him breathless.