it was already a habit of him waiting for her despite the sun or the rain. she just amazes him every single time she comes to him.

around the same time this day, he sees her coming again. this time, she brought along a piece of large-sized drawing paper and a small pencil case.

"i've actually grown used to coming here every single day," she chortled. like the usual, she sat and leaned against him. he had already grown comfortable with this particular action as well.

he liked that she was leaning on him - it made him felt that he was important, and that he was a support for her.

and it was also a reminder to her that she wasn't alone, because he would always be here for her no matter what.

she was drawing halfway, but she suddenly dropped her pencil, as if something struck her.

"what if something happens to me and i can't come here anymore?" she questioned. before seokjin could even think of an answer, she interrupted him.

"what if something happens to you and you aren't going to be here anymore?" she asked another question.

he didn't even want to consider those possibilities. he wasn't going to, when happiness was just in front of him.