Seungmin leans back a little, stretching his arms behind the bench, eyes watching the sky shift into evening.

“Hey,” he says after a few seconds of silence. “Can I tell you something?”

You turn your head slightly. “Hmm?”

His fingers nervously rub the hem of his sleeve. “I think… no. I know that I like you.”

You freeze.

His voice is steady but quiet. “I’ve liked you for a while. I just… didn’t want to ruin what we already have. But today, I couldn’t hold it in anymore.”

Your breath catches.

You look away, heart pounding, and then laugh under your breath—empty, not joyful. “Why me, Seungmin? I have nothing to offer. I’m just… me.”

He’s silent for a beat. Then, he sits forward and gently turns toward you.

“You know,” he says, voice soft but full of emotion, “whenever there's a chance, I'll tell you that you're amazing as you are.”

You glance at him, surprised, and he holds your gaze like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “'Cause when you give me a glance…”

He smiles faintly, his eyes shining. “I swear I see the universe in your eyes.”

You feel your throat tighten, but he keeps going—his voice warm, certain.

“Don't you ever tell yourself that you're not enough. I am certain that you're truly fine. You…” he pauses, almost breathless, “you are a miracle.”

And then, softer than anything: “You are Youtiful.”

The world fades for a second. All you can hear is your heartbeat and his words still echoing in your chest.

You look at him—really look at him—and for the first time in a long time, you believe it.