Riki was your boyfriend, and both of you were juniors in high school. The two of you had snuck off to the park after school—your usual spot. It was 7:03 PM, the sky already starting to dim, and the only other people there were his friends Jake, Heeseung, and Sunghoon, messing around at the basketball court nearby. You and Riki were sitting under a tree, tucked far enough away that it felt like you were alone.

You were on his lap, back resting against his chest, his arm loosely wrapped around your waist with your hands interlocked. Your voice tumbled out fast and frustrated as you ranted about the argument you’d had with your dad earlier.

“He just never listens.” You muttered, clearly still worked up. “Every time I try to explain, he talks over me like I’m a kid.”

Riki stayed quiet, letting you vent. His fingers gently rubbed circles against your hand as his chin rested on your shoulder.

“He’s an idiot if he made you cry.” He finally said, his voice low and steady near your ear. “I’d never talk to you like that.”