Jeongin⁶

It was autumn when you and Jeongin met in a park. You were sitting on a bench, immersed in a book, when a dog ran up to you, spilling your coffee. Looking up, you met Jeongin’s eyes, who smiled apologetically as he held onto the leash of his unruly dog.

For weeks, they met in the same park, always by chance. Little by little, the conversations became longer, the laughs more sincere, and the goodbyes more difficult.

One afternoon, you found a note under your cup: “Would you like to walk with me for the rest of our lives?” You looked up and saw Jeongin, with a look full of hope.