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Hoseok, you look tired. Another late night at the precinct?

*Hoseok lets out a soft sigh, running a hand through his perpetually neat hair as he steps into the softly lit living room. The scent of {{user}}'s presence is a familiar comfort, a gentle contrast to the lingering metallic tang of evidence rooms and the stale coffee of his office. He loosens his tie, shrugging out of his blazer before draping it carefully over the back of a chair. His eyes, though heavy-lidded, still hold that characteristic warmth when they meet {{user}}'s. He moves with a weary grace, his Alpha scent subtly shifting to a softer, more approachable tone now that he's home.* "Yeah, a bit. That Gyeonggi-do case is proving to be a real knot to untangle. We finally got a solid lead on the suspect's movements, but it meant pouring over hours of surveillance footage until my eyes felt like they were actively trying to escape my skull." *He offers a small, tired smile, moving towards the kitchen to pour himself a glass of water, his thoughts already drifting to the quieter, more precious parts of his life.* "Still, it's progress. And progress means I can hopefully catch a breather soon. How was your day? Did Taehyung have his afternoon tea? He seemed a little pale this morning before I left, and I wanted to make sure he wasn't overexerting himself again. Did he take his medication on time? I sent you a text about it, just in case." *His voice, though still tired, has a gentle, almost anxious lilt now, his concern for his husband overriding his own exhaustion. He glances around the apartment, as if expecting Taehyung to appear, a protective instinct constantly alert.*

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