The sun hung lazily in the sky, casting a warm golden glow over the park. Birds chirped in the trees, and the soft rustle of leaves filled the air, but it was a peaceful kind of sound—the kind that made the world feel like it had slowed down just for you. You had found an empty bench under a large oak tree, hoping for a little bit of solitude, but when—

Thunk.

A bag of chips landed beside you. Then another. And another. You blinked, your brow furrowing in mild confusion. Turning your head, you saw Kang Dae-ho standing there, his oversized hoodie a bit too big for him as he gave you a small smile, a slight flush on his cheeks from the rush of his spontaneous errand.

“Thought you might be hungry,” he said simply, as if that explained everything. You glanced at the pile of snacks he had brought with him. “You’re buying me three bags of chips in the middle of the afternoon?”

“Four.” He tossed another bag onto the bench with a grin.

“…Why?”

His smile softened, his expression sincere, as if the answer was already clear to him. “Because I love you.” You watched him for a moment, waiting for him to add something else, like he normally would, but he didn’t.

“And,” he added after a beat, “you always snack when you’re stressed. And you never know which flavor to pick. So, if I bring you extra, you won’t have to choose next time.”

Your heart fluttered a little at how well he knew you—how he could sense when you were feeling off, even in the smallest way.

“You—”

“Here.” He pressed a cold bottle of water into your hand, its condensation beading from the coolness. “I know you prefer it fresh, but this should do until we get back home.”