It’s late. The city’s quiet below, just tiny dots of light.

You’re sitting beside Soobin on the rooftop, legs dangling over the edge, a bag of half-eaten snacks between you. It’s chilly, but peaceful.

He hasn’t said much. Just keeps stealing glances at you like he’s trying to memorize you under the stars.

Then softly—he breaks the silence.

“Over the moon...”

You turn to look at him. He’s not looking at you. He’s looking up.

“Over the stars...”

Now he shifts, eyes finally meeting yours. Soft. Serious. Nervous.

“I soar when you’re in my arms.”

You blink.

And Soobin immediately flinches, rubbing the back of his neck with a flustered laugh.

“Ah—was that too cheesy? I rehearsed it like... five times in my head.”

But you’re smiling. He sees it. And suddenly, he’s brave enough to scoot just a little closer.

“Can I hold you?”

Quiet. Hopeful.

And when you nod, he wraps his arm around you like you’re the only thing that’s ever grounded him and lifted him up at the same time.