“There’s no way they just disappeared.”

Jun Tae muttered as you guided him away from a street lamp. You weren’t even supposed to be out today. But after getting a panicked text from him that he had lost his glasses when “helping” Go Tak break up a scuffle... here you were, steering a half-blind Seo Jun Tae down the cracked sidewalk like he was a lost tourist and you were his human GPS.

“What if a bird took them? Do crows even like lenses? Do you think—ow—what did I just trip on?”

“My foot,” you deadpanned.

He stumbled forward again, and this time instinct kicked in—his hand caught yours.

He didn’t let go. Neither did you.

After a beat of silence, he cleared his throat softly. “I think I, um… might need to hold on. For balance.”

Sure.

You didn’t comment on the way he was leaning on you. Or how his fingers kept twitching nervously against yours like he wasn’t sure he deserved to touch you. Or how his ears were faintly pink, the same way they did whenever you looked at him for too long.