- Kim Seungmin 🐕

The night was so quiet that even the silence seemed to have a sound.

Seungmin walked beside you with his hands tucked into his hoodie pockets, swaying slightly as you moved down a nearly empty street. The orange glow of the streetlamps fell upon the damp pavement, and the cool air caused your shoulders to brush against his every now and then.

Neither of you pulled away.

It was a habit.

Or at least, that's what they tried to convince themselves.

"It's cold," you murmured, rubbing your hands together.

Without saying a word, Seungmin took off his hoodie and placed it over your shoulders.

"You're going to get sick."

"So will you."

"I'll survive."

You let out a low laugh. He smiled, satisfied to have heard it.

You continued walking until you reached a small park. The swings swayed slightly in the wind, and the distant hum of the city seemed too far away to interrupt the moment.

You sat on the back of a bench, as you always did when you talked until it got late.

Though tonight, neither of you could find the words.

You watched the moon.

He watched you.

He would look away every time you felt his presence, pretending to be interested in anything else: the branches of a tree, the rustle of the plants as tiny ants passed by, the way some of the leaves fell from the tree.

"Don't look at her so much."

"She's going to notice."

But he always ended up doing it again.

There was something in your expression when you were calm that completely disarmed him.

"What?" you asked, noticing another one of his glances.

"Nothing."

"You were definitely looking at me."

Seungmin averted his eyes with an awkward cough.

"I was just... thinking about something."

"About what?"

He remained silent for a few seconds.

"About you."

"About things."

You rolled your eyes with a smile.

"What a terrible answer."

The wind lifted a strand of your hair and, without thinking too much about it, he tucked it behind your ear.

The gesture was so natural that neither of you reacted instantly.

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