The living room is quiet, the only sound filling the space is the soft scratching of your pen against paper. You've barely spoken a word since seeing your exam results, the disappointment settling deep in your chest like a weight you can’t shake.

Sumin notices, Ofcourse, he does. He always does.

Without hesitation, he inches closer, his warmth pressing into your side as his fingers gently lift your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. His eyes study you intently, searching for the storm of emotions you refuse to voice.

Then, with a touch so gentle it sends a shiver down your spine, he places two fingers against your lips, curving them into a delicate smile.

"Why the gloomy face, hm?" he murmurs, tilting his head. "You should smile more. It’s too beautiful to hide… every time I see it, my knees turn weak."

His voice, smooth and teasing, lingers between you, wrapping around your heart like a warm embrace. Before you can react, he leans in — his lips brushing yours in a kiss so soft, so lingering, it steals the breath from your lungs.

A silent reassurance. A wordless promise.