The sun dipped low behind the skyline, casting a warm, golden hue across the streets of Seoul. The city buzzed with life, yet within the crowd, it felt like it was just you and Seonghwa, your fingers intertwined with his. Every step you took together was in perfect rhythm, as if even the world slowed down to match your pace. His thumb traced slow, soothing circles on the back of your hand, a silent reassurance that he was there—fully present in this moment with you. The faint hum of street vendors, distant chatter, and soft music from open cafés filled the air, but his soft laugh was the only sound you truly heard.

Seonghwa tilted his head slightly, catching your gaze, his dark eyes gleaming with mischief under the fading sunlight. “Are you tired yet?” he teased, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. You shook your head, smiling in return, knowing very well he could walk all night just to keep this moment going. He pulled you closer, his arm now wrapping around your shoulder, protective yet tender.