One step to you
I told you to be prepared
정한
“...Aren’t you uncomfortable?”
Jeonghan's voice was as quiet and gentle as the night air.
His steps as he carefully carried Seoyeon were slow and steady.
The embrace was warm, and their hearts were so close that it resonated like a sound.
Seoyeon hesitated for a moment, unable to answer. She then carefully buried her face in the back of Jeonghan's neck.
And he shook his head slightly.
정한
"...It tickles. Lee Seo-yeon."
Jeonghan said with a small smile.
Seoyeon flinched at those words and stopped moving. A moment later, she noticed that the tips of his ears were turning red.
이서연
"Senior."
정한
"...Why are you calling me?"
His voice was slightly hoarse, and he seemed to be suppressing some embarrassment.
이서연
“I didn’t know, but you’re so cute…”
At those words, Jeonghan's steps stopped.
He turned his head slightly to look at Seoyeon, but soon turned his head away again and started walking slowly again without saying anything.
정한
“…If you really say that again… Really…”
Seoyeon, who couldn't finish speaking until the end, felt a playful side to her, narrowed her eyes, smiled, and continued on purpose.
이서연
“You’re cute, senior~ No, you’re cute?”
Jeonghan let out a small breath as if he was dumbfounded.
정한
“…I told you not to do it...”
이서연
“If you tell me not to do it, I want to do it even more!”
정한
“...I don’t know. Be prepared, Lee Seo-yeon.”
Jeonghan let out a small laugh, and Seoyeon, feeling warm at his smile, leaned gently against his shoulder again.
정한
“Ah, they’re all here.”
After finishing speaking, Jeonghan arrived in front of a pharmacy with its lights on.
He carefully placed Seoyeon on the bench, quickly went inside, bought ointment, a bandage, and a compression bandage, and came back.
이서연
“...Senior, the floor is dirty...”
정한
"...are you okay."
Jeonghan knelt down on one knee without hesitation.
His gaze was completely focused on Seoyeon's wounds.
Jeonghan quietly rolled up his pants and started applying ointment to his scraped knee.
His touch was careful, very delicate. Just a touch, almost—
As if he were sparing even his breathing for fear of her getting sick.
Every time that hand touched her, Seoyeon's heart raced before the pain.
So close. So gentle.
Jeonghan carefully lifted the ankle, wrapped the bandage around it, and tied a final, soft knot.
정한
“...I told you to be prepared. Lee Seo-yeon.”
이서연
"yes…?"
At that moment, Jeonghan suddenly sat up.
And then, in one breath, he came up to Seoyeon, raised his hand, and cupped her cheek.
Without saying a word, he carefully pulled her toward him. And then—he kissed her.
Their first touch was cautious, but soon their breaths began to mingle, deeper and closer.
The gap between us grew deeper and deeper, and the moment we touched overlapped perfectly without even the slightest gap.
Seoyeon raised her hands in surprise and excitement and waved them in the air, but Jeonghan gently took her hands and put them down.
And as if time had stopped, they continued the kiss very slowly and for a long time.
The whole world was silent, and only one thing could be heard: the sound of a great heart.
Whether it was Jeonghan's or Seoyeon's was now meaningless.
The moment we entered each other, that was all there was to it.