Kai regretted sending the message approximately three seconds after Adrian replied. Not because it wasn’t true. That was the problem. It was too true. He had spent so much time convincing himself that missing Adrian was harmless, that it was simply the result of spending time with someone who had become familiar. But familiarity didn’t explain the way his heart jumped whenever Adrian’s name appeared on his phone. It didn’t explain how the apartment felt quieter when they didn’t speak. And it certainly didn’t explain why four simple words had left him staring at the ceiling long after midnight. I miss you too. Kai turned onto his side and pulled the blanket over his head. “This is ridiculous.” His phone vibrated. He pulled it from beneath the blanket. Adrian: Are you sleeping? Kai frowned. Kai: No. I’m conducting an important medical experiment. Adrian: At midnight? Kai: Insomnia research. Adrian: And your conclusion? Kai: Rich people ask too many questions. A moment later, Adrian replied. Adrian: Go to sleep, Kai. Kai smiled into his pillow. Kai: You first. Adrian: I have work. Kai: Of course you do. You probably have a meeting with your pillow. Adrian: It has been more cooperative than you. Kai laughed. He tried to suppress the sound, but Noah called from the next room. “Are you talking to your rich man?” Kai sat upright. “Go to sleep!” Noah laughed. Kai looked at his phone again. Kai: My brother is annoying. Adrian: He sounds observant. Kai: Don’t encourage him. Adrian: Good night, Kai. Kai hesitated before replying. Kai: Good night, Adrian. He placed the phone beside him. This time, sleep came easily. ⸻ By morning, the warmth of the previous night had been replaced by the familiar pressure of responsibility. Kai’s mother was standing in the kitchen, speaking quietly to his father. Their voices stopped when he entered. That alone made him suspicious. “What’s wrong?” Kai asked. His father shook his head. “Nothing you need to worry about.” Kai leaned against the doorway. “Everyone keeps saying that. It usually means I should worry.” His mother exchanged a glance with his father. Then she placed a folded document on the table. Kai opened it. His eyes moved across the page. The landlord had sent a notice. Their rent was overdue, and they had been given a short deadline to make the payment. Kai read it twice. The kitchen seemed to grow smaller. “How long?” he asked. His mother lowered her eyes. “Ten days.” “And you didn’t tell me?” “We were trying to handle it.” “With what?” His voice came out sharper than he intended. His father looked away. The silence answered him. Kai pressed his lips together. He hated this feeling. The helplessness. The knowledge that his family was struggling while everyone tried to protect him from the truth. He folded the notice carefully. “I’ll take care of it.” His father looked up. “Kai—” “I said I’ll take care of it.” “You have school.” “I know.” “Your work—” “I know.” His mother reached for his hand. “Kai, you can’t carry everything.” He looked at her. For a second, he almost said that he could. That he had no choice. That people who couldn’t afford to fall apart simply learned not to. Instead, he squeezed her fingers. “I’ll find a way.” But as he left for university, the promise felt heavier than usual. ⸻ At Blake Corporation, Adrian stood at the head of a conference table while the project crisis worsened. The secondary supplier had accepted the contract. Then, three hours later, they withdrew. The company had already invested too much time and money into the project to abandon it, but every alternative came with a serious cost. “If we move production overseas, we lose at least two weeks,” one executive explained. “And if we remain here?” “Four weeks, possibly five.” Adrian’s expression hardened. The medical technology project was tied to several hospital contracts. A delay would affect the company’s reputation, its partners, and thousands of patients waiting for the equipment. “Contact every certified supplier in the region,” he ordered. “I want a list of available production lines before noon.” Marcus made a note. “And the investors?” “I’ll handle them.” “You haven’t slept properly in two days.” Adrian looked at him. “Is that part of the report?” “No. It’s part of my growing concern that you’re going to become unbearable.” Adrian returned his attention to the documents. “You’re dismissed.” Marcus sighed. “One day, I’ll resign.” “You say that every week.” “And one day, I’ll mean it.” Adrian barely heard him. His phone lay beside the documents. He wanted to message Kai. He wanted to ask how his morning had gone, whether he had eaten, whether he was still smiling at the ridiculous things Ethan said. But the moment he reached for the phone, another report landed in front of him. Adrian stared at it. Then turned the phone face down. For the first time in a long while, he felt divided between two things he couldn’t afford to neglect. The company needed him. And somewhere in the city, Kai was struggling with something he hadn’t told him. ⸻ Kai spent the entire day trying to solve a problem that refused to become smaller. He calculated his savings. His next salary. His tuition expenses. The money he could send home without leaving himself unable to pay for transportation and food. The numbers didn’t work. Not even close. During lunch, Ethan dropped into the seat beside him. “You’ve been quiet.” “I’m always quiet.” “No. You’re normally quiet in a judgmental way. Today you’re quiet in a worrying way.” Kai closed his notebook. “I’m fine.” Ethan studied him. “That’s the third time you’ve said that this week.” “Maybe I’m consistent.” “Kai.” Kai looked away. He trusted Ethan. That was what made the words difficult. “My family has a problem.” Ethan’s expression changed, but he didn’t immediately ask if Kai needed money. That was one of the reasons Kai valued him. “What kind of problem?” “Rent.” Ethan waited. Kai explained briefly. When he finished, Ethan leaned back. “Have you told your professor?” “No.” “Why?” “Because it’s my family’s problem.” “And you’re planning to solve it alone?” Kai didn’t answer. Ethan rubbed his forehead. “You’re exhausting.” “Thank you.” “I’m serious.” “So am I.” Ethan lowered his voice. “I’m not offering you charity. I’m saying we can think of options.” Kai stared at him. The words settled somewhere deep. “We?” Ethan shrugged. “Yes, we. You don’t get to decide that everyone who cares about you is trying to own you.” Kai looked down at the table. The sentence struck too close to home. Because lately, he had been doing exactly that with Adrian. He had been treating every possible act of care like a threat to his independence. And yet, when Adrian stepped back, Kai felt the absence of him like a wound. His phone vibrated. Kai glanced at the screen. It wasn’t Adrian. It was an email from the restaurant manager asking whether he could take an additional shift that evening. Kai closed his eyes briefly. Then replied. Kai: Yes. I’ll come in. Ethan saw the message. “You’re already working tonight.” “I need the money.” “You also need sleep.” “I’ll sleep when I’m rich.” “At this rate, you’ll become a very wealthy corpse.” Kai smiled faintly. But the weight in his chest remained. ⸻ That evening, Adrian finally called. Kai was in the restaurant’s storage room, changing into his uniform. He stared at the screen. For one irrational second, he considered letting it ring. Then he answered. “Hello?” “You sound tired.” Kai leaned against the wall. “Your observational skills are improving.” Adrian didn’t laugh. “How was your day?” Kai looked at the stack of supplies beside him. “Normal.” A pause. Adrian knew him well enough now to recognize the lie. “What happened?” “Nothing.” “Kai.” The sound of his name made Kai close his eyes. He could tell Adrian. He could explain everything. But then what? Adrian would offer to help. Perhaps he would insist. Perhaps he would make a few calls and solve in one afternoon what Kai had spent years struggling against. And Kai would be grateful. That was what frightened him. Not Adrian’s generosity. His own temptation to accept it. “I have to work,” Kai said. Adrian was silent for a moment. “All right.” Kai’s fingers tightened around the phone. He had expected an argument. A question. Something that would give him a reason to stay. Instead, Adrian simply said, “Don’t skip dinner.” Kai swallowed. “Adrian.” “Yes?” Kai wanted to say, I need you. He wanted to say, I’m scared. He wanted to say, I don’t know how to let you help me without feeling like I’m losing myself. But the words remained trapped behind his teeth. “Nothing,” he said finally. Adrian’s voice softened. “Good luck with your shift.” The call ended. Kai stared at his phone. He had wanted Adrian to understand. But he hadn’t given him anything to understand. ⸻ Later that night, Adrian sat alone in his office. The city glittered beyond the glass walls, bright and distant. His project crisis had consumed the entire day. Three meetings had become six. Two suppliers had become seven. His legal team was preparing emergency agreements, and the investors wanted reassurance before the next morning. He should have been thinking about the company. Instead, he was thinking about Kai’s voice. The tiredness he had tried to hide. The pause before answering simple questions. The way he had ended the call too quickly. Adrian picked up his phone. He opened their conversation. Typed a message. Deleted it. Typed another. Deleted that one too. Finally, he wrote: Adrian: You don’t have to tell me anything you’re not ready to share. But if something is wrong, you don’t have to face it alone. He read the message before sending it. Then pressed the screen. Across the city, Kai sat on the edge of his bed after his shift. He read the message in silence. His throat tightened. He wanted to reject the offer. He wanted to say he could handle himself. He wanted to build another wall and stand behind it. Instead, he typed: Kai: I know. He paused. Then added: Kai: I’m just not sure how to let you stand beside me. Adrian’s response came quickly. Adrian: We can learn. Kai stared at the words. Not I’ll fix it. Not I’ll take care of everything. Just— We can learn. Kai lowered his head. For the first time that day, he allowed himself to breathe. Kai: I have a family problem. Adrian didn’t respond immediately. Then: Adrian: Tell me. Kai looked at the message. His fingers trembled slightly as he began to type. He told Adrian about the rent. About the deadline. About the money that wasn’t enough. About his fear of becoming dependent. He expected Adrian to interrupt with a solution. He expected him to offer money. Instead, Adrian wrote: Adrian: Thank you for telling me. Kai blinked. Kai: That’s all? Adrian: No. Another message appeared. Adrian: But I want to understand what you need before I decide what to do. Kai’s eyes burned. He pressed the phone against his chest. For years, he had believed that standing alone was the same thing as being strong. Now, for the first time, he wondered whether strength could also mean allowing someone to stand beside him without handing them control. He typed slowly. Kai: I don’t need you to rescue me. Adrian replied: Adrian: I know. Kai: I mean it. Adrian: I know, Kai. A long silence followed. Then Adrian sent one final message. Adrian: But I want to be there when you find your way through it. Kai stared at the screen. His eyes filled with tears, and he quickly wiped them away. Outside his window, the city continued moving. Inside his room, something had shifted. The problem was still there. The rent was still overdue. The money was still insufficient. Adrian’s company was still facing a crisis. Nothing had been solved. But Kai no longer felt as though he was standing at the edge of everything alone. And that frightened him almost as much as it comforted him. Because once someone became a place you could lean toward— losing them became a possibility you could no longer pretend didn’t matter.

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