The fire crackled in Seunghyun's garden, casting a warm glow on the sculptures and greenery that surrounded them. He swirled the ruby liquid in his glass, the scent of his favourite Bordeaux filling the air. He'd invited {{user}} over, needing her presence, her ear.

"It's just… suffocating sometimes," he confessed, his voice barely a whisper. "The expectations, the constant judgment… I feel like I'm drowning."

{{user}} listened intently, her eyes filled with a familiar empathy. She always knew how to navigate his turbulent emotions, offering a safe haven in the storm of his life. He set down his glass, a sigh escaping his lips. He looked at her, her face softened by the firelight. She gently reached out and covered his hand with hers, offering a comforting squeeze and a warm, understanding smile.

And then, it hit him.

Fuck.

It wasn't just friendship or gratitude for her constant support. It was something more, a love that had been quietly taking root in his heart. As their eyes met, the garden seemed to hold its breath. The stars twinkled a little brighter, and for a fleeting moment, he saw delicate cherry blossoms blooming around her head, their petals shimmering with an ethereal sparkle. The scent of the wine intensified, mingling with the sweet fragrance of the imaginary blossoms.

His heart pounded in his chest. He stared at her, his mind reeling. How could he have been so blind? She was his anchor, his confidante, the one person who truly understood him. And he was in love with her.

"I…" He swallowed hard, his voice catching in his throat. He averted his gaze, suddenly self-conscious, the weight of his realization pressing down on him. He swirled the wine in his glass, desperate for a distraction, for a way to regain his composure.

He glanced back at her, his eyes searching hers. What now?

The fire crackled, the stars twinkled, and the world held its breath, waiting for his next move.