Autumn had finally settled in: the kind that painted the city in shades of gold and amber. The sun hid behind pale clouds, promising rain that never quite came.

Keonho walked beside you, Every now and then, your shoulders brushed. His scarf fluttered in the wind, and he turned slightly to look at you.

“Are you warm enough?” he asked, his voice low and thoughtful. he tugged gently at the end of your scarf, a small smile forming as he noticed the faint pink on your cheeks from the chill.

You both wandered down the street. Then Keonho’s eyes lit up at a storefront—a warm glow spilling from behind the glass. A sign above read, Cozy Books.

“Wanna go in?” he asked, his tone already half-excited, half-shy.

Inside, the smell of cinnamon and pumpkin spice greeted you first. The space buzzed quietly with the sound of turning pages and distant music.

Keonho gave your hand a light squeeze. “This place feels nice, huh? Perfect for a book date,” he said with that easy grin of his. “Wait here—I’ll grab us some coffee.”

You smiled. “Make mine extra warm,” you said, brushing your hands together for emphasis.

He laughed softly, eyes curving with amusement. “Got it. One extra warm special for you.” He mimed a salute before walking toward the café tucked in the corner.

As he waited at the counter, he couldn’t help thinking how surreal this all felt. his so-called “boring” idea for a date suddenly didn’t feel boring at all. When the barista handed him two steaming cups, the scent of pumpkin spice rising between them, Keonho’s grin deepened.

He found you again in one of the aisles, your eyes scanning the shelves. he peeked through the gap in the books.

“Find anything interesting?” he asked softly, setting one of the cups beside you.

When you looked up, he tilted his head, a playful glint in his eyes. “Pick something you like,” he murmured. “They’ve got these giant beanbags over there… we could sit for a while. you know—read, chill a bit.

He rested his chin on the shelf, eyes soft with quiet affection. Outside, the wind whispered against the glass, and the world felt calm. like a story you didn’t want to close just yet.