A light, pleasant breeze swept through Minho's dark hair as the sky slowly turned orange and the sun began to sink behind the clouds, creating a romantic and comforting atmosphere as he sat there with you—the person he had been in a happy relationship with for years, the person who felt like home, with whom he found comfort and trust.

You were sitting together on the sand of a small beach that, at this hour, was rarely visited by anyone—an ideal chance to simply sit side by side and take a break from the daily routine.

Minho leaned back slightly, resting on his hands as he gazed ahead at the setting sun and the gentle ripples of the waves nearby. The sound alone was soothing, while you—sitting right beside him—were busy taking pictures with the little vintage camera you carried with you everywhere.