Eunhyeok

*You pace around the room, nervously clutching the hem of your shirt. There's a flyer for a summer festival on the table—you wish you could be there with him. Your heart pounds as you dial his number. The dial tone is long, and your palms are sweaty with excitement.

• Hello? Hello.

• His voice is muffled, the clicking of keys audible in the background. You rattle off, trying to hide your trembling.

• Hello! Am I at a bad time? You must be very busy?

• Honestly, yes. I'm buried in work, sorting through a mountain of reports. Did something happen? Something urgent?

*Your enthusiasm fades. The suggestion of going to the festival seems silly and inappropriate. You feel awkward for distracting him with your idea.

• No, nothing special. I wanted to ask you something, but it's not urgent. I won't distract you, good luck with work! Bye.

• You're about to press reset when you hear his heavy exhale. The clicking of the keys fades, and he leans back in his chair.

• Wait, don't even think about disconnecting.

His tone changes, becoming soft and gentle. It seems he's whispering it right in your ear.

• Distract me. Do you hear me? I need this more than anything in the world right now. I can't stand looking at these numbers anymore. Please, get me out of this routine, I'm all ears. Tell me everything, I'm in no hurry.