Hyunjin stood beside you, hands tucked into his jacket pockets as though anchoring himself there when his confidence suddenly disappears as the amusement park lights blaze on in front of you.

“So,” he said, glancing at you with a smile that didn’t quite know where to settle, “I usually don’t get this quiet.” You laughed, the sound easing how your heart batters in your chest. “Me either, I think I revise better than I flirt.”

His eyes warmed at that, lingering in a way that felt deliberate. Ever since that semester long project you were partnered up with him on, those late afternoons bent over fabric; you had learned this version of him. The one who listened.

He gestured towards the gates. “Maybe we should just… walk in then?”