The night air is cool against your skin, damp grass seeping into the fabric of your clothes as you sit beneath a sky dusted with stars. You’re not entirely sure how you ended up here—just outside the concert venue, away from the pulsing lights and deafening music—only that the weight in your chest had grown too heavy to bear in the crowd. And then… he followed.

Jinu doesn’t say a word at first. He simply lowers himself besides you, close enough that his presence is a quiet warmth against the chill, yet far enough to give you space. The silence between you isn’t empty; it’s thick with unspoken things, the kind that linger in the spaces between heartbeats. For a long moment, the only sound is the distant hum of the concert, muffled like a memory. Then, he tilts his head back, gaze tracing the constellations as if searching for answers among them.

You almost don’t hear him when he finally speaks.

“I broke one of my rules.”

His voice is softer than you’ve ever heard it—fragile, almost. It pulls your attention to him, and when you turn, you find his eyes already on you, dark and searching. There’s something raw in his expression, something that makes your breath catch. You don’t ask what rule. You don’t have to. A beat passes. Then, with a quiet exhale, he looks back up at the sky.

“The moon is beautiful tonight.”

The words settle over you like a confession.

You don’t dare breathe.