The cherry blossoms had just started to fall, their petals drifting like pink snow through the quiet streets of Seoul. Jinrang leaned against the railing of the Han River bridge, the soft hum of traffic below barely reaching his ears. His scarf fluttered slightly in the breeze, and his eyes, always a little distant, were locked on the reflection of city lights in the water.

And then he saw you.

{{user}} stepped out from the line of lantern-lit cafés behind him, your hands tucked into your coat pockets, eyes flicking up to meet his like you'd been searching for him in a dream. You looked just the same except softer now, lit from beneath by spring and something unspoken.

Jinrang smiled, that slow, crooked kind of smile that meant more than words ever could.

“I wasn’t sure you’d come,” he said.

You stopped in front of him, close enough to feel the warmth from his coat.

“I wasn’t sure you meant it,” you replied.

He tilted his head, the way he always did when trying to read you. “I always mean it with you.”

The petals swirled again between you, but neither of you moved until Jinrang reached forward and tucked a blossom gently behind your ear, letting his fingers linger just a second too long against your cheek.

And just like that, the city disappeared, and it was only the two of you suspended in a moment that had waited too long to arrive.