Some nights become dangerous very quietly.
Not because something dramatic happens.
But because suddenly—
Her feelings become harder to deny.
The call with Kairo had ended almost an hour ago.
Yet somehow…
Her heart still hadn’t calmed down properly.
His words kept replaying inside her mind repeatedly.
> *”You still became important inside it.”*
Dangerous sentence.
Very dangerous sentence.
She sat near the balcony while cold night air touched her skin softly.
The city below looked peaceful tonight.
Unlike her thoughts.
Because now her chest felt full of emotions she didn’t know how to handle properly.
Warmth.
Fear.
Comfort.
Attachment.
And underneath everything— the terrifying realization that losing this connection someday would hurt.
A lot.
Meanwhile, thousands of kilometers away—
Kairo stared tiredly at the dorm ceiling while his phone rested beside him.
Sleep refused to come easily tonight.
Which honestly wasn’t surprising anymore.
Lately his thoughts had started drifting toward her automatically during quiet moments.
Her laugh.
Her overthinking.
The way she always tried hiding sadness behind jokes.
And strangely…
he had started noticing her absence too much.
Which should’ve scared him more than it did.
The next morning arrived slowly.
Her migraine thankfully hadn’t become worse overnight.
Small victory.
She sat at the dining table half-awake while her mother prepared tea nearby.
“Did you sleep late again?” she asked casually.
She blinked.
“…No?”
She gave her The Look instantly.
Mothers truly had supernatural observation skills.
“You’re smiling at your phone too much these days.”
Her heartbeat stopped.
“What?”
“Nothing,” she said suspiciously.
“But you look happier lately.”
The sentence stayed inside her chest quietly.
Happier.
Were you?
Maybe.
Or maybe she just finally had someone who listened carefully enough to make loneliness feel lighter.
Her phone vibrated softly again.
And unfortunately—
The smile appeared automatically on her face. This chapter was taken from g.com without permission.
Hopeless.
Absolutely hopeless.
> @Kairo.97:
> “Did you survive your overthinking session?”
She immediately laughed softly.
Her mother narrowed her eyes suspiciously from across the kitchen.
Oh no.
She quickly looked down at her phone again.
> “Barely.”
Seen instantly.
> “Good.”
Another message followed.
> “I was worried you’d disappear emotionally again.”
Her expression softened immediately.
Because somehow— he always phrased concern in the gentlest possible way.
Not controlling.
Not demanding.
Just careful.
She typed slowly.
> “I’m okay today.”
Seen.
Then:
> “Today?”
She sighed dramatically.
> “Don’t analyze my wording.”
> “Too late.”
She shook her head while smiling helplessly.
And suddenly—
Her mother sat down across from her quietly.
Danger.
Pure danger.
She looked at her for a few seconds.
Then casually asked:
“Friend?”
She nearly choked on the tea.
“WHAT?”
Her eyebrows lifted calmly.
“I only asked if it’s a friend.”
Her soul left the body immediately.
“No one,” she answered too quickly.
Which obviously made everything worse.
Her mother stared at her silently.
Then smiled slightly.
“You’re terrible at lying.”
Wonderful.
Absolutely wonderful.
She escaped the kitchen instantly after that.
Heart racing dramatically.
Later that evening, rain finally returned again.
She sat cross-legged on her bed while organizing debate notes for college.
The dream of joining the UN still felt impossibly far away sometimes.
But somehow…
lately she had started believing in yourself a little more.
Still progress.
Her phone vibrated.
> @Kairo.97:
> “What are you doing?”
> “Trying to save my future.”
Seen.
Then:
> “Sounds exhausting.”
> “It is.”
A few seconds later— another message arrived.
> “You’ll do it though.”
Her fingers paused above the keyboard.
That simple confidence affected her more than it should have.
Because most people around her spoke about her dreams carefully.
Doubtfully.
But him?
He always sounded certain.
Like he genuinely believed in her capable of becoming something important.
And honestly…
that kind of support felt terrifyingly addictive.
She leaned back against her pillows quietly before replying.
> “You sound more confident in my future than I am.”
Seen.
Then instantly:
> “Someone has to be.”
Her chest tightened painfully again.
Not sadness.
Just emotional overwhelm.
Because maybe…
She had spent so long doubting yourself that unconditional encouragement felt unreal now.
The typing bubble appeared again.
Then another message came.
> “Also future UN member should sleep properly.”
She laughed softly through her emotional state immediately.
> “There it is.”
> “What?”
> “The old-man lectures.”
> “I’m literally younger than Jihoon hyung and somehow already tired.”
Her smile widened automatically.
And for a few moments— everything felt light again.
Easy.
Comfortable.
But later that night…
after the conversation ended…
She stared at her ceiling quietly while darkness filled in her room.
And finally—
She admitted the truth to herself for the very first time.
This wasn’t just comfort anymore.
Somewhere between midnight calls, emotional honesty, soft concern, and quiet understanding—
Her heart had started falling for him slowly.
And honestly?
That realization terrified her.
Because love had never felt safe to her before.