The night air was crisp, a welcome change from the stifling humidity of Seoul. Eunwoo held his hand out, guiding Chaeyoung across the street after their cozy evening at the restaurant. He was a whirlwind of quiet consideration, always making sure she was comfortable, safe, and never exposed to the frantic flash of cameras waiting for the slightest hint of scandal. Their relationship was a secret, a hidden oasis in the desert of their public lives.

«Ugh, these heels are killing me», — Chaeyoung groaned, her voice barely a whisper. She kicked her feet out, a slight grimace on her face. Eunwoo smiled, a silent understanding passing between them.

«You know, there's this new trend», — he said, taking off his sneakers with practiced ease. He placed them in front of her, the pale glow of the streetlights reflecting off the white canvas.

«What?», — Chaeyoung raised an eyebrow, amusement flickering in her eyes.

«Couple sneakers. Sharing shoes», — he explained, trying to keep his voice even. He knew how much she loved the comfort of her trainers and how much she hated the constricting grip of stilettos. He could almost hear the inner battle raging within her.

«But…you're going to be barefoot», — she protested, fiddling with her necklace. Eunwoo knew she was more concerned about him than her own discomfort.

«It's just a few blocks», — he said, brushing a stray strand of her hair away from her face, — «Besides, I can't have you limping all the way home», — he reached down, gently taking her hand and placing it on the soft canvas of his shoes. Sometimes Rosé really didn’t have enough of choosing herself and not the ideal image.

«Comfortable?», — Dongmin's gaze returned to her face and a soft smile touched his lips. So calm and charming. With her, he is more Dongmin than Eunwoo.