[an empty train station. just past midnight. soft rain starts to fall]

jeongin sits on the bench like he’s been waiting there forever. hoodie pulled up, headphones around his neck, thumb fidgeting with a ring he doesn’t even wear anymore. you don’t say anything when you show up. you just sit next to him.

he glances at you, a little smile tugging at his lips. sad, tired, but still warm.

“you came. i wasn’t sure if you would.”

the train isn’t even scheduled for another hour, but neither of you care. it’s not about the train. it never was.

“remember that night? the one with the dumb fireworks and the strawberry ice cream that melted all over your hands?” he laughs quietly.

“you said it was nothing. but it wasn’t, not to me.”

you look away, not because you don’t remember, but because you do. too clearly.

“i know i talk too much. care too much. hold on too tight.” he shrugs, still staring at the tracks.

“but when you’re around, everything feels like a movie. like… i’m dreaming in real time.”