You leaned against the wall, phone pressed to your ear. “Some guy asked me out,” you said casually. “I’m meeting him now.”

Silence. Then—

“...You’re actually going?” Sunoo’s voice sounded off, almost strained.

“Yeah?” you replied, expecting him to tease you. But instead, he hung up.

Weird.

Shrugging, you made your way to the meeting spot. But just as you turned the corner, you stopped.

Sunoo stood there, breathing hard, like he had just sprinted across the city. His hair was a mess, his hands clenched at his sides.

“Sunoo? What are you—?”

“Don’t go.” His voice was firm, his eyes locked onto yours.

You blinked. “What?”

“Let’s go to the amusement park,” he said, chest rising and falling. “With me. Today.”

Your heart pounded. He never looked this serious—not when they argued, not when they bickered.

“You’re so annoying,” you muttered.

But you didn’t walk past him.

Sunoo exhaled, a small grin forming. “Yeah, I know.”