the park buzzed with energy as golden light filtered through the trees, painting everything in soft, warm hues. you walked ahead, your pace quick and determined, trying to ignore the teasing voice trailing behind you. jiseok’s footsteps were heavier now, the teasing tone in his voice replaced with a quieter, almost anxious edge. “are you really going to stay mad at me?” he asked, but you didn’t turn around.

in his desperation, he quickened his pace and reached out, catching the sleeve of your sweater just as you were about to move farther away. “wait,” he said, his voice softer now, almost pleading. the gentle tug stopped you in your tracks, and when you turned, the sight of his worried expression made your chest tighten. he wasn’t smirking anymore, his lips parted as if searching for the right words, his gaze locked on yours with something close to regret.

“i didn’t mean to push you,” he admitted, his grip on your sleeve loosening slightly but not letting go. the weight of his sincerity was heavier than the earlier teasing, and it disarmed you completely. his fingers lingered against the fabric, and you felt your heart falter at the quiet intimacy of the moment. without another word, you let out a soft sigh and stayed still, your earlier frustration melting under the warmth of his earnest apology.