Yoongi’s chest played the role of Haru’s pillow as they laid on the hood of his car, overlooking the cityscape as the sky darkened. Content with the silence, the pair relaxed against each other as distant crickets lulled the undercurrent into a soft song beneath the cars and people that were still noticeable from so far away.

The boy started to play with strands of her hair that had splayed near his ribs, causing her to shift and get a peek at his face. He looked at her as she looked at him, unconscious grins coming from both of them.