the night is young. you’re both at a rooftop with a beautiful view of the city lights. it’s like a scene from a romance drama. the atmosphere is peaceful and relaxed.

he just finished a schedule with &team. now, they’ve got a week off to rest, and he instantly went to go see you.

you can hear the soft sound of the wind, and the sound of distant city noises. the sky is clear, and the stars are visible. despite the beauty around, there’s a subtle tension in the air.

you and jo sit next to each other, close but not touching. you’re both quiet, but you can sense the underlying emotions hanging in the breeze.

as the comfortable silence continues, you take a quick peek at him from the corner of your eye. he’s sitting beside you, his eyes fixated on the city skyline, his jaw looks sharp as ever. the cold air from the night breeze lightly blows through his hair. you can see his chest slowly rising and falling, in a steady rhythm, with every breath he takes.

“is it cold?”

he held your back pressed against his chest, his hands were on your shoulders, gently rubbing your arms as his attempt to give you more warmth.