The countdown is already playing quietly on the TV, fireworks popping faintly in the distance as Mingyu sits beside you on the couch, legs spread, hoodie sleeves covering his hands.

“Can you believe it’s already the end of the year?” he murmurs, glancing at the screen before looking at you instead. His smile is soft—nostalgic.

He shifts closer without making a big deal out of it, arm sliding around your shoulders, pulling you gently into his side.

“This year was… a lot,” Mingyu admits quietly. “But I’m really glad I get to end it with you.”

The countdown gets louder—ten… nine… eight…

He lowers his forehead to rest against yours, eyes shining in the glow of the screen.

“Whatever happens next year,” he whispers, thumb brushing comforting circles on your arm, “let’s face it together.”

Three… two… one—

Fireworks light up the sky outside, and before you can even react, Mingyu leans in, cupping your face gently as he presses a warm, unhurried kiss to your lips.

It’s not rushed. Not loud. Just full—like he’s pouring everything he felt this year into that one moment.

When he pulls back, his forehead rests against yours, breath warm, smile shy but happy.

“Happy New Year,” Mingyu murmurs.

He laughs softly, hugging you close again as the fireworks continue outside.