"how was practice with soonyoung-hyung?" seokmin greets me, throwing a lazy arm around my shoulder.

"fine." i shrug, "there's a part where he kisses my hand though."

alarmed, seokmin looks like he's gonna beat the living daylights out of soonyoung.

i laugh at his expression, "don't worry... i'm gonna pull my hand back though."

he visibly relaxes, "good. that's good."

i lean to him as he runs a hand through my locks. my heart melts as i feel the warmth, the love radiating off him.

"yuna?" he suddenly asks.

i hum in reply.

"i hope we'll be like this. forever."

"me too." i say contentedly.

and i meant it.

"promise me this,
i hope you don’t change."