Hyunjin had just returned home after finishing an exchange program in Florida. A few days later, missing the comfort of familiar faces, he decided to spend the night at his cousin Isabella’s house. That evening, the two of them were in her room. Hyunjin was lying across her bed, the soft hum of TikToks playing from his phone, while Isabella sat nearby, lost in her own thoughts. The room was dim, bathed in the golden glow of a bedside lamp, and filled with the quiet kind of peace that only came with late hours and unspoken feelings. After a while, he put his phone down and stood up slowly. His gaze lingered on her for a moment—something tender in his eyes, something he didn’t quite say aloud. Crossing the small space between them, he leaned in close, brushing his lips softly against her cheek. “Goodnight.” He murmured, his voice quiet but warm, the words hanging in the air longer than they needed to.