The academy lights were dim that night. A rare red moon hung in the sky — said to awaken ancient feelings and deepen bonds. Students whispered of legends… of emotions surfacing when hearts were unguarded.
Jin sat on the rooftop of their dorm building, looking up.
"Red moon, huh… Sounds fake," he muttered, journal resting beside him.
But he wasn't alone for long.
Yooha climbed up quietly, her long hair tied back, a tray of two cups of sweet flower tea in her hand. "Still pretending you don't care about moons?"
Jin glanced over, smirking. "I only care about one Moon."
(He meant the sky, of course. Or… did he?)
She sat next to him, handing over the tea. The two sat in silence, sipping slowly.
Then came a gust of wind—Yooha's notebook fluttered and nearly flew away.
"Wait—!" she gasped.
They both reached for it at the same time, lunging forward—
THUMP
Their heads knocked together. Jin winced. "Oww—your skull is made of metal?!"
Yooha held her forehead. "Says the guy with a rock brain—"
And then it happened.
As she leaned up, so did he — their eyes locking for a second too long — and suddenly…
Their lips brushed.
Just for a second.
They froze.
Wide eyes.
Silence.
Yooha blinked.
Jin blinked.
Bo suddenly shouted from below, "WHO STOLE MY NOODLES—WAIT, ARE Y'ALL KISSING UP THERE?!"
The two jumped apart like struck by lightning.
Yooha's face turned bright red. "I-I DIDN'T MEAN TO—!"
Jin looked away, ears burning. "It was an accident! Totally accidental! Absolutely not planned!"
A beat of silence. They both laughed.
A real, unguarded laugh.
Then Yooha looked at him, still pink in the cheeks. "But… if it wasn't an accident next time…?"
Jin blinked.
"…Then I'd write about it. In full detail," he said, trying to sound cool — but even he knew his heart was racing.
From a distance, Meiqi whispered to Lang, "Called it."
To be continue...