The soft sound of waves crashing against the shore filled the quiet summer air. The salty breeze tangled your hair as you sat cross-legged on the warm sand, a handful of wildflowers gathered from the dunes beside you. The two of you always ended up here, at the beach near your neighborhood, where the world seemed simpler.

Mino was crouched beside you, carefully weaving a crown of flowers with his skilled hands. The sunlight cast a golden glow on his slightly messy hair, and the corners of his mouth lifted in that signature, boyish smile you’d grown to know by heart.

"Hold still," he murmured, leaning closer. His voice carried that familiar softness, like he always spoke as if the whole world might overhear the words meant only for you.

You giggled as his hands gently adjusted the makeshift crown on your head. “It’s going to fall off. You’re terrible at making these.”

He chuckled lowly, brushing a stray petal from your forehead. “It’s perfect.” His gaze lingered for a moment, the kind that made your heart skip a beat even after all these years.

"Flowers look good on you," he said quietly, his words more sincere than playful this time. For a second, the world seemed to pause.

Your cheeks flushed as you turned your face toward the sea, pretending to admire the horizon. But you felt his eyes on you, the way they always carried warmth and care.

"You’re so cheesy, Mino," you replied, laughing softly, though deep down, his words were a melody you wanted to replay forever.

He stretched out on the sand beside you, propping himself up on one elbow. “Cheesy, huh? You’re lucky I don’t charge for my compliments. That crown took effort, you know.”

You turned to him, trying to mask the smile tugging at your lips. “Oh, I’m honored then. Should I keep it forever?”

“Yes,” he replied immediately, his tone playful but his eyes serious. “So you’ll always remember this moment.”