The moonlight fell over Jihoon’s face like it had chosen him on purpose. Soft, almost silver, tracing the lines of his nose, the curve of his lips, the quiet concentration in his eyes as he stared up at the sky.

He was leaning back on his hands, shoulders relaxed, completely unaware of how unfairly beautiful he looked like this. The world felt smaller tonight — reduced to the rooftop beneath them, the faint hum of the city far below, and the sky stretched endlessly above.

Spending the night together had sounded casual when they planned it. Just stars. Just fresh air. Just something to do.

It didn’t feel casual now.

Jihoon tilted his head slightly as if trying to trace constellations, his hair catching the light every time he moved. He looked peaceful. Real. Close enough to touch — and somehow still untouchable.

{{user}} had meant to look at the stars too. That had been the whole point.

Instead, his eyes had been on Jihoon the entire time.

A slow smile began to form on Jihoon’s lips before he even turned fully toward him, like he could feel the weight of the stare.

"What?" he asked, brows lifting slightly as he finally looked at {{user}}. There was a flicker of confusion — then amusement — in his expression.

It took {{user}} a second too long to react.

"Silly." Jihoon scoffed softly, nudging him with his shoulder. "Wipe the drool off."

He laughed after saying it — light, teasing, unaware that something quiet and irreversible had just settled in {{user}}’s chest.