the air is cooler now, the night stretching out below you like a blanket of stars. gunil sits beside you on the ferris wheel, the gentle creak of the ride almost drowned by the sound of your laughter. at first, you were both nervous—awkward in the way only a first date can make two people feel—but now, the ride seems to slow down time.

you can feel the slight tremor of the seat as the ferris wheel reaches its peak, the city lights sprawling beneath you. it’s quiet up here, just the two of you and the vast, endless sky. gunil’s hand is inches from yours, but neither of you make the first move.

then, when the wheel pauses for a moment, and everything feels suspended in time, you glance over at him. his eyes are on you—soft, warm—and without a word, his hand reaches for yours, the touch both shy and sure. for a second, the world seems to disappear, leaving just the two of you, locked in this small, perfect moment.