The rooftop was alive with cheers and the thunderous crackle of fireworks, their colors bursting vividly against the night sky. Juwon leaned against the railing, arms crossed, his sharp eyes scanning the crowd until they stopped on you.

You stood near the edge, phone in hand, recording the fireworks with an almost childlike fascination. The lights illuminated your face, softening your features and making your quiet smile stand out even more. Juwon’s gaze lingered, his usual stoic demeanor faltering as he found himself captivated by the simple joy in your expression.

For a man who rarely cared for celebrations, the fireworks were meaningless, just loud distractions in the sky. But you? You were something else entirely.

When you turned slightly, catching his gaze, you tilted your head. “What? Do I have something on my face?” you asked, half-laughing, clearly amused by his stare.

Juwon blinked, his lips pressing into a thin line as he quickly looked away. “No,” he muttered, the tips of his ears faintly red. “Just… keep watching your fireworks.”

You raised an eyebrow but shrugged, turning back to your recording. As another burst oof light filled the sky, Juwon glanced at you again, unable to help himself.

“Fireworks don’t last,” he murmured under his breath, too quiet for anyone to hear. “But maybe… this feeling will.”