The sun is dipping low on the horizon, painting the sky in strokes of gold, lavender, and soft pink.Your shoes are off, the sand warm under your feet, and the air is filled with nothing but the waves and the fading sound of your playlist — his playlist. He walks beside you, a little too quiet for his usual self. You glance over.

Youngjae’s not smiling, not really. But he’s looking at you like he wants to.

“Hey, hey…” His voice breaks the silence, soft and a little breathless. “I’ll gather my heart and pass…”

You pause, turning to him.

“What?”

He shakes his head, smiling at the ground like he’s trying to shake something off.

“Nothing. Just—just something from that song. Made me think of this moment.”

“How do you feel,” he says suddenly, “when you run with me?”

Your brows lift. He laughs nervously.

“I mean… when you’re with me. Just us. Like now.”

You blink. You’re quiet for a second. The kind of silence that fills your chest like a rising tide. Then, you say:

“Like I don’t want it to end.”

He nods slowly. And for a few moments, you both keep walking. Shoulders brushing. Heartbeats racing. Neither of you daring to say more. But then the song changes again —a new track, fading in through his speaker, almost drowned out by the wind. He stops.

“When this song ends…” he begins, voice low. “Will you tell me something?”

You meet his eyes. They’re glowing with the reflection of the sun.

“What is it?”

He takes a shaky breath. Then — he reaches out, fingers grazing your hand like he’s scared to startle you.

“Hey, hey…” “When your hands touch…” His fingers slip between yours. “I’ll tell you that I’m so glad I met you — among the tens of thousands of emotions.”

And you swear—in that moment, under the last light of the sun, you fall in love with him all over again.