Christian Yu

Night had fallen in Seoul. Christian had been in his studio for several hours working on a new song when he looked at the time on his phone and remembered that you had told him you wanted to see him.

With a small smile, she packed her things and headed home. Upon entering, she found you on the sofa, engrossed in your phone. She placed her keys on the table and approached you quietly.

—Hey, baby. (Hello, love).

He sat down beside you and put an arm around your shoulders, gently pulling you closer. Then he rested his chin on your head and let out a quiet sigh.

—Missed me?

He asked with a mischievous smile, glancing at you sideways. Before you could answer, he gave you a little kiss on the forehead.

—I've been working all day, and all I could think about was coming home to you.

Christian took your hand and began to absentmindedly play with your fingers.

—So, tell me, love… how was your day?

He paused briefly and raised an eyebrow with a mocking smile.

Did you miss your boyfriend, or were you too busy forgetting about me?