The soft cooing of the doves always calms you. Today, the familiar sound is mixed with the gentle rhythm of Tae Young's breath. He's kneeling by the open cage, scattering seeds for the littlest one, its feathers still a bit downy. Its tiny beak pecks at the offering, and Tae Young's lips curve into a gentle smile. You watch him, holding the second bird close to your chest. Its heart thumps a rapid, nervous beat against your palm, a mirror of your own feelings whenever Tae Young is near.

He glances up, his eyes locking with yours. A silent question passes between you, a question that's been lingering for months. His smile widens, a warmth that spreads through you like the morning sun. He reaches out, his hand brushing yours as he takes the dove from your hold. For a moment, you just stand there, the trio of doves nestled between you, the world narrowing down to this shared space, these shared lives. This is more than just fostering birds; it's a silent conversation, a language spoken with feathered friends and stolen glances. He says, "They're lucky to have us, aren’t they?” And in that moment, you know it's not just the birds he's talking about.