“Baby.”   His voice echoed through the apartment as he invited himself into my abode. I paused my work of transferring all my dirty clothes into the washing machine and walked out to my living room, abandoning the work at hand to greet my boyfriend.   “Sehun!”   The moment I caught sight of his figure standing mindlessly in the middle of my house, I sprinted across the room and latched onto his body, my legs wrapping itself around his waist as I held my weight up with the help of my arms that were clinging on to his neck.   His husky chuckle travelled through my ears, causing my heart to stutter. “Hey. I missed you.” He spoke into my hair, lips leaving a trail of kisses on all the places he could reach.   “I missed you too,” I cooed.   Sehun had just arrived back from his world tour. The male had three consecutive concerts in Japan before he gets to come home for a week of rest, after which he has an encore concert in our home country to end the tour. In the past few weeks of him being away, we could only communicate through video calls, sometimes only for a minute or so before he gets too tired to stay up after giving all his energy into his performances.   My boyfriend waddled his way towards my bedroom, where he then flopped onto his back with me still holding onto him tightly. I sat up in my position, straddling him around his hip. Sehun shifted so that he could get his arms out of his blazer. Wanting to help, I tugged his shirt out of his pants and raised it above his chest, guiding it off his shoulder and head before throwing it to the foot of my bed, leaving the male in his black singlet. Sehun reached below to get rid of his belt and proceeded to undo the button of his skinny jeans.   This action was usually accompanied with a round of love making, but I had been eyeing the dark circles that loomed over his cheeks and his barely focused vision when he walked us over. As we made one last eye contact, there was a silent agreement between the both of us that he needed his well overdue sleep more than anything else; even the little extra time with his girlfriend.   So I moved off his body, now choosing to lie down beside him with an arm and leg draped across his body. Sehun turned to face me, using a hand on my back to pull me closer.   “Sleep, baby boy,” I whispered as I gently his brown hair, going in between each strand to massage his scalp.   Sehun exhaled in delight from the wonderful feeling of my fingers playing with his locks. “Goodnight, love.”         I woke up an hour later, feeling incredibly awake after the nap. Sehun was still sound asleep beside me, an arm tucked under my neck while the other was around my waist, his legs in a tangle with my own. I extracted my limbs as quietly as I could, making sure that my movements were minimal so as to not accidentally wake my sleeping boyfriend. Getting out of the room, I went to freshen myself before I decided to start on dinner. And knowing Sehun’s big appetite, I began preparing ingredients to make three of his favourite dishes.   It wasn’t until another half hour later that I hear the small grumbling sounds that Sehun makes when he is about to wake up. I turned down the heat for the Kimchi Soup and shifted to get a clear view of my room door, my body leaning on the countertop of the kitchen island as I waited for the moment that I had grown to love watching.   The door opened and Sehun stumbled out with a dazed expression. A hand had gone up to ruffle his flattened hair while the other was scratching at his torso. I kept my gaze on him as he walked forwards, a little more awake now, his nose up in the air as he followed the scent coming from the food. I smiled at his figure coming closer, all the while keeping his eyes clamped shut. Anyone could tell how familiar Sehun had gotten with being around my apartment.   “Baby,” I called out in worry when he almost bumped into the countertop.   The male peeked an eye open from my sudden exclamation. With a wide grin, he ambled over to give me a hug.   “Did you sleep well?”   He rocked me back and forth on the spot as he replied. “Better than I’ve ever had over the past few months.”   Smiling in fondness, I guided him to settle down before serving the feast that had been waiting for him. Sehun’s eyes followed after each movement, taking in the colourful visuals of the Kimchi Soup, the steamed Dumplings, and his ultimate favourite out of my collection of special menus – Slow Baked Chicken with Mushroom and Herbs.   “Baby,” he looked up from the filled table. “You didn’t have to cook all these.”   I grinned back at him, picking up my chopsticks to transfer a piece of chicken onto his rice bowl. “Let me spoil you for a bit, Sehun. I don’t know when else we’d be able to have dinner by ourselves.”   Sehun got out of his trance and grabbed his own utensils, taking the first bite of the dinner. I just continued watching him, mesmerized by the way he seemed to have melted from the very first mouthful.   I was contented.         The week passed by in a flash.   Sehun had given me a pair of VIP tickets to the encore concert, dropping me hints that Baekhyun was looking forward to my best friend’s attendance. My eyes drifted to the girl I grew up with, taking in the excitement in her face. We were walking through the corridors to find the nine boys before their concert starts.   “I can’t believe we get to see their concert again,” she breathed. Her hands were clutched in front of her EXO jersey, her light-stick held tightly in her grasp. She turned to me with a silly grin plastered on her face as she nudged me playfully. “I’m so gla