You understood how busy Hanbyul’s schedule is, but the fear is overcoming you, and you can’t handle being alone anymore. Thunderstorms terrified you, and said fear has pushed you under blankets on the living room couch with only your head poking out as you tried watching your favorite movie with your knees to your chest.
“I know this probably won’t make him come home any sooner, but maybe I should text him..” you think to yourself.
You slip your arm out of your blankets and reach for your phone. The text read: “Oppa, it’s storming really bad, please hurry home ): I’m scared…” after it was sent, you retreated to your makeshift sanctuary. 30 minutes or so passed, and by now you were praying he read your text.