Minho met her, {{user}}, one summer night, when everything felt alive. The city pulsed with energy, lights flashing in rhythm with the beat of the music. She stood apart from the crowd, her gaze sharp, like she was searching for something—or someone. When their eyes met, he felt the spark. There was something about her, something magnetic, that made him feel alive in a way he hadn’t in a long time.

“Ready to bet on us?” she asked, her voice teasing, her smile a dare.

He shouldn’t have said yes, but he did. She had this way of making everything feel like an adventure, like the world was wide open, just waiting for them to take it by storm. He wasn’t sure if it was the thrill of the moment, or something deeper, but the answer came without thought.

“Yeah,” he replied.

And just like that, they were lost in the night—no destination, no plan, just the two of them running through the streets. Every laugh, every touch, felt like an explosion, as if they were setting off fireworks inside their chests. It was chaos, but the kind that made him feel like he was living. Truly living.

But as the nights passed, something began to gnaw at him. He realized that while he was chasing the moments with her, she was already looking ahead, always chasing something else, something just out of reach. The more they shared, the more he felt her slipping away, as if she wasn’t meant to stay in one place, or with one person, for long.

“Why do you always run?” he asked her one night, his voice quieter than usual. They were standing on a rooftop, the city sprawling beneath them.

She paused, her gaze distant, as if the answer was something she’d been carrying for a long time. “Because I can’t settle,” she said softly. “There’s too much to see, too much to do. I’m not ready to stop.”

He stays silent, contemplating her words before saying in a sincere tone, "Stay here. With me. I'll help you, settle."