— anton’s been in love with you for a while now. it’s the quiet kind of crush. written in the way he lingers beside you, the way his eyes soften when you laugh. you’re older, but anton couldn't care less about the gap.

you brought him along to shop for your new apartment. while you wander through the softly lit aisles of the antique store, anton pushes the cart, half-listening, mostly watching you.

"i like that one, noona." he says, pointing to a lamp with poppy flowers on it.. but the warmth in his voice isn’t for the lamp, it’s for you.