The Ferris wheel car swayed gently as it reached the top, leaving them suspended in a perfect view of the city’s lights below. She glanced over at him, her hands twisting in her lap, waiting for an answer to the question she’d asked a few days before.

Eunhyuk hadn’t responded when she first asked him to be her fake boyfriend. And now, in this quiet, moonlit moment, she was sure he’d never agree. Yet, as the soft lights bathed his face, his expression shifted, a thoughtful look settling in his eyes.

“Okay,” he said finally, breaking the silence. She blinked, not quite sure she heard him right.

He met her gaze with a blank look clearly a tad embarrassed. “I’ll do it. I’ll be your… fake boyfriend,” he said, his voice low but carrying an unspoken sincerity that lingered in the space between them. He reached across, letting his hand rest on hers, his warmth steadying the flutter of nerves that her ex's jealousy had stirred.

You whispered a small thanks, words barely a breath. She hadn’t expected this quiet gentleness, this feeling that maybe, just maybe, Eunhyuk wasn’t just agreeing for her ex’s sake. It felt like more.

As the wheel began to move again, she kept her hand in his, a silent promise exchanged between them as they descended into the lights below, together.