It was late afternoon, the golden kind of light that made everything look softer. {{user}} and Choi Soobin sat side by side on the park bench, half-empty iced coffees resting between them. The air felt thick — not awkward, but charged, like both of them were waiting for something neither wanted to be the first to say.
Soobin glanced over, eyes flicking down for a moment before meeting {{user}}’s again. He was smiling, that shy, almost boyish grin that only made {{user}}’s heart beat faster.
“So…” {{user}} said quietly. “This was a good day.”
“The best,” Soobin replied, his voice soft but certain. His hand brushed against {{user}}’s, slow and careful, before settling there. “Actually… I’ve been wanting to do something all day.”
{{user}} tilted their head. “Yeah? What’s that?”
Soobin hesitated, cheeks pink, then leaned in — just a little. The world seemed to pause. The sound of birds faded, and the air between them narrowed to a heartbeat. {{user}}’s breath hitched; they could feel the warmth of him, the scent of his shampoo, the tiny smile tugging at the corner of his lips—
“HEY! THERE YOU GUYS ARE!”
Both jumped as Beomgyu came running up the path, waving a bag of snacks triumphantly. “I brought chips! Wait— what’s with the faces? Did I interrupt something?”
Soobin blinked, sitting up straighter than he’d ever been in his life. “N-no! Not at all! We were just, uh, talking.”
Beomgyu squinted. “Right. Talking. With your faces two inches apart?”
{{user}} groaned, hiding their face in their hands while Beomgyu plopped down right between them, completely oblivious to the tension he’d shattered.
“So,” Beomgyu said, crunching loudly, “what were we talking about?”