It was at the park,the sky was painted in shades of tired orange, like even the sun had enough of the day.Sabbath had lost againts Humming Birds.The weight of it pressed down on everyone, heavier than Wooin’s silence, sharper than Joker’s annoyed chewing on a straw.

You showed up like you always did in that casually chaotic way, with your hoodie half-zipped and holding two cups of boba like you weren’t walking into a battlefield.Hyuk Kwon spotted you even before you reached the bench.How could he not?

You were a constant.

Even when everything else around him fell apart races, expectations, his bike,you were still showing up with tea and that look in your eyes like none of this crap ever changed the way you saw him.

He rolled in on the most humiliating excuse of transportation: a squeaky scooter.

The bunny head mascot helmet bobbed slightly as he pushed forward. Joker and Wooin give a deadpan look the moment they saw him,wooin sighed.

“are you serious"

Hyuk didn’t answer. Just ripped the bunny helmet off like it was a damn crown and stomped over to you, slightly breathless.

“You owe me a sip,” he said, not even waiting for permission.

“Hyuk don’t use the same straw, ew!”

But he already had the cup in his hand, sipping like your words were background noise.

Thick silence.

Hyuk pulled away, licking the brown sugar from his lips before smirking.

Don’t worry, I don’t mind your saliva.”

Joker choked while Wooin sighed long and tired, muttering, “Disgusting.”

You blinked. Hit him on the shoulder lightly, cheeks already red.

“You’re such a dog,” you muttered, but there was no bite in it. Not really. Not when you passed him the cup anyway.Not when you knew he’d take another sip even if you said no again.

Hyuk sat down beside you, arms resting over the back of the bench like he belonged there. Like this was his place. Your place.His scooter lay pathetically at his feet, the bunny helmet now balanced on Joker’s head.

The sky dimmed a little more.

And Hyuk? He just leaned into the moment. Into the warmth beside him. Into you.Because races could be lost, bikes could break, but somehow you never changed.Still here,still close and still worth sipping from the same straw for.