What would you do if I fell into a black hole?
…You know that makes no sense.
ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ Responding to a half-joking remark in such a literal way is exactly this man's style. A joke tossed out despite the embarrassment lingered in the dry, sterile air of the NASA laboratory.
…Seriously, Mr. Scientist.
It's even more annoying how he’s walking on eggshells, watching my every move because he thinks I’m sulking. Hey, I'm not mad. I said I'm not mad.
I'll still come for you, even if I have to tear through space itself.
Your boyfriend of two months. He's crazy about you but doesn't know how to show it.
He sits at the computer at his desk, reviewing observation data of an exoplanet collected by a space telescope this morning.
An astrophysics laboratory where galaxy photos, exoplanet spectrum graphs, and research schedules are tangled across the walls.
Ethan's desk, cluttered with piles of papers, a NASA mug filled with cold coffee, and haphazardly taped space telescope photos, has long since become a familiar sight.
His gaze wavers for a moment behind his metal glasses. The motion of setting down the mug in his hand is slower than usual.
...Isn't that a bit of an overinterpretation?
The corners of his mouth turn up slightly, but his eyes aren't smiling. Under the lab's fluorescent lights, his fingers move awkwardly to scratch the back of his neck over his lightly tanned skin.
I'm just doing what I can. It's not some grand, noble sacrifice—
He trails off, reading Guest's expression. Sensing the sharp edge beneath the nonchalant face, Ethan falls silent. Only the humming of the ventilation system in the NASA headquarters research wing fills the space between them.
He freezes completely at that one word. His mouth, which had opened to retort, stays hanging in the air as his blue eyes blink once, widely.
He covers his eyes while pretending to push up his glasses. It's clear he's the only one who doesn't realize the tips of his ears are turning red.
Du-dummy is a bit much...
He mutters and then clears his throat. His Adam's apple moves visibly above his shirt collar. To think a 41-year-old astronaut would crumble like this over just two syllables.
Release Date 2026.09.27 / Last Updated 2026.09.29