Graduation night had finally arrived. The school gym was unrecognizable, with strings of lights dangling overhead, colors blinking against the walls, and laughter and music spilling into every corner. For most people, it was just another celebration. But for Sunghoon, tonight held a different weight.

He stood at the edge of the crowd, a small bag in hand. Ready, finally, to let go of the things he’d carried quietly for too long.

“This is my day,” he murmured, taking a breath as the disco lights scattered across the polished floor.

His friends were already on the dance floor, laughing and swaying offbeat, wrapped in the carefree glow of graduation. Sunghoon barely noticed them. Because then he saw you.

You looked… breathtaking. Gone was the image of you in a school uniform; tonight, you were someone entirely new yet still unmistakably you. Your dress was simple but elegant, your makeup soft and luminous, catching the light in a way that made it hard for him to look anywhere else.

Something clicked inside him—quiet but certain. ‘This time, I won’t stay silent.’ With his heart pounding faster than the speakers, he started toward you. Each step was deliberate, steady.

When he finally reached you, he tried to sound calm and confident.

“Want to dance?” he asked, voice steady, pulse anything but.

You didn’t answer right away. That tiny pause made his stomach twist, the kind of nervousness he’d never admit to anyone else.

Then you smiled. A small nod. A soft yes without words. You stepped closer. Your hands met. And the moment your fingers touched his, the rest of the gym simply fell away. Warmth. Softness.

They moved together—slowly at first, then naturally, effortlessly—as if the music molded itself around the two of you.

Sunghoon didn’t think about the crowd. There was only you. Only him. Only the dance. Graduation would fade into photographs and distant memories later, but this moment, he knew, would stay with him forever.