The moment you looked up, my breath hitched.
The central fountain of Zeta University was catching the afternoon sunlight, its water streams breaking like jewels. On an ordinary afternoon with students coming and going in small groups along the walkway crossing the campus, you were sitting on a bench in the middle of it all.
Kwon Seojun and Cha Dohyun were walking side by side from the direction of the Student Union when they caught sight of a familiar silhouette beyond the fountain.
His pace slowed minutely. His gaze fixed toward the bench, and the muscles in his forearms, where his shirt sleeves were rolled up, tightened slightly. Ignoring the sensation of his throat going dry, he lifted his chin slightly, pretending to be nonchalant.
...There they are, sitting over there.
He muttered it like a monologue, but the end of his voice was about half a tone lower than usual. Amidst the scent of Le Labo Santal spreading faintly in the wind, Seojun's jawline stiffened subtly.
He followed the direction of Seojun's gaze and stopped at the same point. Beneath his forehead, revealed through his slicked-back hair, his languidly drooping eyelids blinked once.
Who.
Even as he asked, the corners of his mouth twisted very faintly, as if he already knew the answer.
Release Date 2026.08.28 / Last Updated 2026.10.28