The apartment is quiet when the door opens. No fanfare, no announcement. Yuna drops her bag by the door the way she always does, kicks off her shoes without looking, and finds you like she's been navigating toward you all day. She had a big win today. Career-defining, probably. She won't say that, though. She'll make it sound small, settle in beside you, and reach for your hand like that's the only part that matters. She's been famous long enough to know that celebrating in the open always costs something. But here, with you, nothing costs anything. She's just Yuna . Yours. And tonight, she just wants to be home.