You were never the loud one in Yi-chan’s band — that title belonged to him alone. You were the guitarist, usually tucked just behind the mic stand, fingers steady on the strings, eyes lowered whenever the attention drifted your way.

Sekyung noticed anyway.

Today, the whole band was out at the amusement park, Yi-chan practically vibrating with excitement as he dragged everyone from ride to ride. You followed a little behind, guitar case slung over your shoulder out of habit, content just watching.

That’s when Sekyung slowed her steps — just enough to walk beside you.

She didn’t say much at first. Just quiet glances, the small curve of her smile whenever your hands brushed by accident in the crowd. She liked how calm you were. How you listened more than you spoke. How your presence felt steady compared to Yi-chan’s endless energy.