Back Home- Gym Class Heroes ft Neon Hitch

“Remember to eat something, Jiho.”

The text was simple, the buzzing breaking his concentration.

How long had he even been here?

Jiho rubbed his eyes, dark circles hidden by the dim studio lighting.

He had to finish. It needed to be perfect.

When was the last time he slept?

Probably the last time Emily was there.

Her brown waves had been spread over the worn out leather of his couch, smelling of his shampoo. Green eyes watched patiently, understanding his need for perfection. His drive.

She never asked why, just reminded him why he needed to not work himself to death.