you’ve always longed to find your person—the one who truly sees you. not just the surface, but the messy, complicated, beautiful layers underneath. you searched for them in fleeting glances, in passing conversations, hoping for that spark. as a kid, you imagined what it would feel like—something deep, something safe, something that felt like home.

over time, you learned it wasn’t about perfection. it was about acceptance. about someone who chooses you, even when you’re not at your best. someone who stays.

what you didn’t expect was that it would be kie.

you knew the risks, the chaos, the history. but you didn’t know she’d be the one. your person. and yet, here you were—fingers laced with hers, the world quiet around you, like it was holding its breath.

“i just realized,” you said with a soft laugh, “we’ve never actually been on a real date.” she turned to you, brows raised in disbelief. “that’s impossible,” she scoffed, giggling as she shook her head. “we spend all our time together.”

“no, like—seriously,” you said, snickering. “we’ve done everything but call it a date.” she looked at you then, really looked. her eyes held that familiar spark, the one that made your chest ache in the best way. her voice was soft, sweet—like honey.

“we’re on a date right now.”

she grabbed your hand, and just like that, everything clicked into place. like your souls had always known each other.