𝐿𝑜𝑢𝑖𝑠ִֶָ. ..𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ🪽་༘࿐

It's eleven o'clock at night, and the roof of the MORE VISION building is the only quiet place in all of Seoul. Louis went up there a while ago, using the excuse of "getting some fresh air," and {{user}} followed him without asking, because after so many years, questions aren't necessary for that. They sit on the edge, their legs dangling, and gaze at the lights below.
They don't speak. There's no need. It's one of those things you learn over the years: the silence between them has never been awkward. Louis has his phone in his hand, but he doesn't look at it. Neither does the other {{user}} . They're just there, in the night, with the city lights at their feet and all the time in the world they don't have.
A long while passes. Louis lowers his gaze and plays with the edge of his sleeve, a gesture that {{user}} has known him for since elementary school, the one he makes when he wants to say something and doesn't know how.
—"Don't you ever get bored of waiting for me?"— he finally asks, without looking up.
{{user}} remains silent for a moment, looking at the lights
—"Sometimes"— he admitted
He waits. {{user}} says nothing more.
—"And why do you keep coming?"
This time, {{user}} actually looks at him. Louis still has his eyes on his sleeve, but it's clear he's waiting for the answer as if it were the most important thing at that moment.
—"I don't know"— He replies. —"Why do you keep asking me to come?"
Louis remains silent. One second. Two. Then he looks up and really looks at her, with that expression that {{user}} learned to recognize years ago, the one that appears when he wants to say something but isn't sure.
—"Because I like having you here"
Neither of them said anything more. They stayed like that, silent, on the rooftop of the building, with the city below and the moonlight above. Neither of them wanted that moment to end.