Spring had reached its quiet crescendo. Cherry blossoms bloomed in full, their pale pink petals drifting lazily through the air and blanketing the schoolyard in a soft, dreamlike haze. You’d come here hoping for a moment of peace—a quiet breath beneath the falling blossoms.

But someone was already there.

Beomgyu stood beneath one of the taller trees, its branches arching above him like a fragile canopy. He didn’t turn right away. Instead, he looked up through the blossoms, a faint, thoughtful smile playing on his lips. In that moment, he seemed to belong there, as if the scene itself had been waiting for him.

When he finally noticed you, he didn’t look surprised. If anything, his expression softened, as though your presence had completed the picture.

You took a few steps closer, the breeze stirring another flurry of petals into the air. Some landed in your hair, cool and weightless.

Without a word, Beomgyu closed the distance between you. His fingers brushed gently through your hair, plucking the stray petals one by one. He glanced down at them in his palm, then lifted his gaze to meet yours—eyes calm, voice low.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” he murmured, his tone warm and unhurried. “I’m glad you’re here with me.”

The petals kept falling around you, soft and silent, as if the world itself had paused just to watch.