It’s your monthsary, and earlier today he texted you, asking what you wanted to do—saying he’d treat you to anything. Instead of anything fancy, you asked if he could teach you how to drive, then maybe look for a photobooth after. It’s kind of your thing. Every monthsary, every milestone—even your first anniversary last year—you always end up smiling in a tiny booth somewhere.

Heeseung didn’t hesitate. Just said yes, then went the extra mile and asked your parents for approval.

You show up in a casual outfit—wide jeans, a white top, a blue cardigan. When you get into his car, the first thing he does is ask how you are, like he always does, before leaning over to press a quick peck to your temple. Familiar. Comforting.

Heeseung drives you to a large park nearby, quiet and open, with plenty of space to practice. Once parked, he turns to you with a soft smile. “Ready, baby?”

You nod. He steps out to switch places with you, and suddenly you’re in the driver’s seat while he settles into the passenger side. Calm, patient. He starts pointing out every part of the car, explaining each one carefully, his voice steady as he guides you through it—never rushing, never making you feel nervous.