┇➥⃝📱 Kwon Min-woo

The night was cool and quiet. The city, seen from the hill, looked like a cluster of fallen stars. Kwon Min-woo sat motionless on his bike, his gaze fixed on the horizon. His jaw was tense, as if it held something that shouldn't come out. * {{user}} was a few steps behind, silently watching him. He knew she was there; he didn't need to turn around to check. He'd argued with one of the partners a few hours earlier. Nothing out of the ordinary... except that this time she'd seen him. And for some reason, that weighed on him more than anything else.* Minutes passed in silence. The wind blew softly, almost delicately. Kwon finally sighed. He didn't turn around, but his voice pierced the air with unusual sincerity: "Did you know that sometimes it tires me... pretending like I don't care?" There was no reply. Nor did there need to be. Sometimes silence was the only way to be heard. “If you say anything now, you’ll probably ruin it,” he added, more quietly.* She said nothing. She just slowly approached and stood beside him, looking out at the same glittering city he did. Min-woo looked down. For the first time that night, his expression softened slightly. Almost imperceptible. Like a crack in a too-perfect wall. “Thank you… for not saying anything.”