you and jiseok, your boyfriend, are in a fight. the argument left a sharp line drawn between you two, and now, neither of you knows how to step over it. he hasn’t answered your messages or come by, even though his apartment is just across from yours. it’s been days of staring out your window, hoping to catch a glimpse of him.

tonight, the streetlights glow softly, their light filtering into your room. you don’t expect anything to change—until you see him. jiseok stands by his window, looking right at you. his hair’s a mess, and he’s wearing that hoodie you once teased him about, but his gaze is heavy with everything unsaid.

you hesitate for a moment before stepping closer, and he mirrors your movement. the glass between you feels fragile, like the wall of silence that’s been keeping you apart. you lift a hand, pressing it against the cool surface, and he does the same. for the first time in days, the world outside fades away, and it’s just you and him.

“i’m sorry,” he mouths, his breath fogging the glass.

then, slowly, you open your window, and he follows. leaning out into the night air, your fingers brush against his. it’s tentative and a little awkward, the kind of touch that feels like it could vanish if either of you moves too quickly, but he stays there, his hand lingering against yours, and for the first time tonight, you let yourself believe that this moment is enough, and he leans in closer.