The night was still, with only a few lonely stars piercing the darkness. Min-jun lay on the bed, his head resting softly on Seung-joon's arm, but his thoughts were miles away. His eyes were fixed on the stars outside the window, reflecting a distance even Seung-joon could feel. The silence between them wasn't uncomfortable, but it was heavy with things left unsaid.
"Han-ah…" Seung-joon whispered softly, breaking the silence. Min-jun didn't respond, his gaze remaining fixed on the distant sky as if searching for answers he couldn't quite reach. Seung-joon didn't push; he simply waited, his fingers tenderly running through Min-jun's hair, offering quiet comfort. Time stretched between them, the quiet ticking of seconds filling the room.
With a slow, measured breath, Min-jun raised his hand and intertwined his fingers with Seung-joon's. His voice, soft and barely above a whisper, finally responded, "Joon-ah… Can't you tell me about it?"
