jiseok, your boyfriend, shouldn’t be here, but he is. you were about to call it a night when you spot him standing by his window, looking right at you. his hair’s a mess, and he’s wearing that hoodie you once teased him about, but his gaze is soft and longing, like he couldn’t stay away any longer.

tonight, the streetlights glow softly, their light filtering into your room. you take a step closer to the window, and he mirrors you. the glass between you feels fragile, almost insignificant when he lifts his hand and presses it against the surface. you do the same, your fingers aligning with his.

he mouths something, his breath fogging the glass. “i missed you.”

for a moment, the world outside fades away, leaving just the two of you. then, slowly, you open your window, and he follows. leaning out into the cool night air, your fingers brush against his. it’s tentative, a quiet connection that says everything neither of you needs to put into words. he stays close, his hand lingering on yours, and you can’t help but smile. he leans in a little closer, his eyes meeting yours. this moment—just this—is enough.