Sitting on a bench in an unfamiliar park, Jihoon idly watched a dried leaf float down from the branches above, its slow descent almost like a mystic dance choreographed by the wind, landing right atop his hoodie.
Blinking, he plucked it off and examined it in his hand, twirling the leaf between his fingers to study all the delicate veins webbed across its surface. But of course, such an action wasn't born from any real curiosity–just a random way of passing the time.
A peaceful time.
It was a particularly nice day to be outside, the weather neither too warm nor too cold–the kind of gentle in-between that marked the beginning of autumn. But occasionally, there would be a chilly gust of wind blowing through the surrounding trees that made him shiver to his bones.
"Are you feeling cold?"
Ryul, who was quietly sitting beside him asked in concern when he saw the young man shrivel up like a startled cat caught in a breeze.
