you and hyeongjun were walking side by side, the silence comfortable between you two as you made your way down the hallway. his usual quiet nature had been more pronounced today, and you couldn’t help but feel a little curious about what was on his mind. suddenly, without warning, you felt a tug on your sleeve. his fingers gently wrapped around the fabric, a silent plea for your attention.

you looked at him, his gaze slightly averted, but there was an undeniable softness in his eyes. the way his fingers clung to your sleeve was subtle, but it spoke volumes. he wasn’t saying anything, but the action itself was enough to make your heart flutter. you could feel his warmth through the light touch, the vulnerability of his gesture making you want to stay closer to him.

“is something on your mind?” you asked quietly, your voice barely above a whisper, knowing how he was. he didn’t need to say a word for you to understand. the way he held onto you—so subtly yet so firmly—told you everything. he wasn’t ready to let go, not yet.

he didn’t answer immediately, but you could see him breathe out, his grip on your sleeve loosening slightly as if he was unsure how to express what he felt. yet, the lingering touch remained, his heart laid bare in that soft action, and for a moment, you realized that sometimes, it was the smallest gestures that spoke the loudest.