The sun sat high over the lake, warm but softened by a light breeze that made everything feel calm, easy.

Two figures stood at the edge of the dock— both wearing slightly-too-cute fishing caps.

Jin’s was simple, pulled low over his eyes like he was taking this very seriously. {{user}}’s, on the other hand, looked like it had been chosen for the aesthetic.

“…you picked that one on purpose,” Jin said, glancing at her.

She didn’t even look at him. “It matches the vibe.”

“…we’re fishing.”

“Exactly.”

He huffed a quiet laugh, shaking his head, but there was a small smile there anyway. They stood side by side, rods in hand, lines cast cleanly into the water.

This time— no chaos. No slipping. Just quiet focus.

Jin kept his attention on the lake, occasionally glancing at her—not correcting, not stepping in. Just… watching.

Making sure. Not that she needed it.

She adjusted her stance on her own, relaxed but steady, eyes on the water like she actually got it now.

“…you’re doing it right,” he said after a moment.

He smiled to himself. Of course she did.

A soft breeze passed between them, the kind that carried warmth instead of taking it away.

Then— a stronger pull.

Her rod dipped slightly. Not subtle this time. Her posture shifted immediately, focused.

“…okay, this one’s different.”

Jin turned to her, attention sharp now.

“Don’t rush it,” he said, stepping just a little closer. “Let it fight first.”

“I can feel it.”

“Good. Hold it steady.”

The line pulled again—stronger. She tightened her grip, but not in panic. Controlled. Focused.

Jin watched her carefully, ready—but not interfering. “You’ve got it,” he said quietly.

She nodded once. Then started reeling. Slow. Measured.

The tension built, the water breaking more aggressively now— whatever was on the other end was not small.

“…Jin,” she let out a small breath, half laughing now, “this one’s actually strong—”

“I can see that,” he said, a hint of a grin forming. “Keep going.”

“I am—”

“Don’t lose the rhythm.”

“I’m not—”

Another pull. Stronger.

But she held it. Adjusted. Reeled again.

And then— the surface broke.

A bigger fish, glistening, fighting just enough to make it real. Her eyes widened.

“No way—”

“Keep going,” Jin encouraged, voice softer now—but there was something else in it too.

Pride. Pure, quiet pride.

A few more seconds— and she got it out. Actually out.

She just stared at it for a second, breath catching—then looked at him, disbelief turning into something brighter.

“I got that.”

Jin laughed softly, shaking his head.

“Yeah. You did.”

“That’s not small.”

“No, it’s not.”

Her face lit up completely now, the kind of smile that didn’t hold back at all. “I actually did that.”

“You really did.”