The park was supposed to be peaceful. Birds chirped cheerfully, children screeched in the distant playground, the wind rustled through the green leaves like a lazy whisper, and the sun—bless its summer glory—was shining just enough to make the entire scene look like a high-definition K-drama.

It was your first proper day off after a third semester straight from hell. And by your standards, hell meant surviving three brutal all-nighters in a row, Changbin almost punching your slacker group project partner, and a professor who genuinely seemed to have a personal vendetta against your entire existence.

“College can go choke,” Changbin declared dramatically, his heavy arms flopping behind his head as he sprawled out on the green grass before shifting to rest his head directly in your lap.

He was an absolute tank. With deeply sculpted abs and biceps practically the size of your head, his massive, muscular frame glistened slightly under the sleeveless tank top and jeans he'd worn during your short jog earlier. Now, he just looked like a giant bodybuilder sunbathing in total peace, his heavy head weighing comfortably against your bare thighs, while you sat there swallowed up in one of his oversized hoodies and a pair of shorts.

A soft laugh escaped you at his dramatic outburst.

“What? I'll say it again if I want,” Changbin grumbled, shifting his weight to sit up completely. “I'm officially boycotting every textbook ever written. I've already burned down my notes.”

You nearly choked on your water.

Changbin grinned mischievously, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

“Digitally. Deleted everything. Even emptied the trash folder. No regrets.”

You could only shake your head in amusement. For two whole years now, you had been dating a textbook-burning revolutionary.

The two of you sat in comfortable silence for a while, letting the soft, warm buzz of the park fill the air. There were kids playing tag near the swings, couples on nearby benches doing the whole cliché "feed each other ice cream" routine, and an old man with a radio blaring retro trot music from his bicycle basket. It was all incredibly sweet and domestic.

You turned your head to look at Changbin, who was now aimlessly picking at blades of grass, his lips pouting slightly as he stared into nothingness. It was a rare, beautifully peaceful expression on his usually intense face.

And then it happened.

Out of nowhere—like, literally out of nowhere—a butterfly fluttered down from the heavens. It was a stunning one, too: vibrant orange and black, with delicate little wings that made it look like it had just been professionally Photoshopped into existence.

It hovered gracefully above Changbin for a brief second.

And then, it landed right on his broad shoulder.

Feeling the microscopic touch, Changbin slowly and casually turned his head to see what it was.

His eyes zeroed in on the tiny, winged creature.

And then all hell broke loose.

“OH MY GOD WHAT IS THAT!” Changbin shrieked, his tough bodybuilder persona evaporating in a single second as he began frantically flailing his arms. “IT'S CRAWLING ON ME.”