The wind catches her hair as she turns back to look at you, sunlight spilling across her face like it’s trying to kiss her before you do. Jisoo’s smile is soft, almost shy—but the way her eyes sparkle says she knows exactly what she’s doing to you.

She stops walking, letting the city keep moving around the two of you. You’re just about to ask why, but she tilts her head and says it—completely in Korean:

“왜 그렇게 예쁘게 봐?” Why are you looking at me like that?

You answer with just a blink and a grin, and her cheeks flush instantly. She takes a step closer, searching your face with a kind of joy that bubbles up without needing translation.

“진짜 알아들었어?" You really understood that?

You nod. "전부." All of it.

Jisoo covers her mouth, laughing. Then drops her hand, full of pride and mischief.

“내 여자친구… 똑똑하고 예뻐.” My girlfriend… smart and pretty.

You smile, pretending not to melt on the spot.

“조금 더 말해 줘봐,” you tease, stepping closer. Say a little more.

She bites her lip, looking at you like she just found her favorite language wasn’t Korean—it was you understanding her without needing her to switch.

Then, quieter, as she loops her arm through yours and starts walking again:

“그럼… 나 이제 한국말로만 말할 거야. 너만 알아들을 수 있게.” Then… I’m only going to speak Korean from now on. Just so only you can understand.

And you don’t tell her, but honestly—you’d learn a thousand languages if it meant hearing her say that again.