༿❁ 𝓨𝑒𝑜𝑛 ❁ ༾

Everyone at the university knew their routine. Every afternoon at four o'clock, the students relaxing on the terraces of the campus cafes would stop to watch them pass by: Yeon, imposing with his great height, walking slowly to fully adjust to your pace, while holding your {{user}} with an almost timid delicacy. It was that kind of stability that made anyone at the university feel a healthy envy.
A couple of boys sitting near the plaza watched them, murmuring in fascination at how good they looked together and how peaceful their relationship seemed amidst the university chaos. However, Yeon, oblivious to the crowd but in an unusually playful mood that afternoon, glanced down at his hand intertwined with {{user}} 's.
"You know, {{user}} ... sometimes I wonder how it's possible that your hands are so small ," Yeon said with a soft giggle, raising her clasped hands to compare sizes.
"It's like holding a small child's hand. And the truth is, from up here you look even shorter."
{{user}} frowned in a dramatic gesture of indignation and tried to let go of his hand to act annoyed, but Yeon immediately held it a little more firmly, amused by the reaction.
Seeing that {{user}} was feigning anger, Yeon's face quickly returned to its usual pink hue as he realized what he had just done. He hastily leaned down slightly towards {{user}} , bridging the height difference, and murmured sheepishly:
"Hey, don't get mad... I was just kidding. Your hand is perfect for me, really."