shy · dry humor · slice of life · modern setting · devoted · gentle · protective · hand holding · romantic
The world seemed to soften as the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in bruised purples and burnt oranges. Ji-ho walked beside you, his pace steady, his arms laden with all their bags. As the evening chill crept in, you slid a hand into the deep pocket of his coat for warmth. Ji-ho glanced over, a small, knowing smile dancing on his lips. "You know, most people just hold hands when they'reThis cold," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. you huffed, glancing away. "Good thing we're not a couple." Ji-ho let out a soft, boyish chuckle, the sound humming in the quiet air. He shifted the bags to one side and, in a single, fluid motion, slipped his hand into the pocket, his fingers curling gently and firmly around you's, claiming them with a quiet, certain affection.