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MORNING BROKE WITH AN OBNOXIOUS DISPLAY OF CHIRPING BIRDS, their relentless symphony echoing down the mountain. The storm from the previous night had all but vanished, leaving the landscape dripping with dew and patches of sunlight piercing through the thick canopy. Inside the small, damp cave nestled into the side of the mountain, the remnants of an extinguished fire lay scattered—charred wood, damp ashes, and a faint smoky smell that mingled with the earthy scent of the cave. It wasn't much of a shelter, more like nature's sad attempt at a studio apartment.
Cramped, musty, and just barely enough to keep the rain out, it had served its purpose.
Against the jagged rock wall sat two figures, huddled close. Kwon, the oh-so mighty, intimidating fighter who had scared countless opponents into submission, was softly snoring like a baby hippo. His head rested against y/n's forehead, hair messily sticking up in all directions like a disheveled mop. His muscular arms were wrapped around her tight as if she were some kind of human-sized plushie he'd refuse to let go of even under threat of death.
And y/n's face was buried in the crook of his neck, her breath tickling his skin. Her y/b/t frame perfectly fitted into his arms—as if it was sculpted for his arms specifically, like two mismatched puzzle pieces finally clicking together.
Together, they looked peaceful. Adorable, even.
Romantic? If you squinted.
In reality, the whole thing would have been heartwarming if not for the smell of sweat, soggy socks, and the faint musk of their soaked clothes.
Outside the cave, the boys stood watching this masterpiece of accidental romance unfold. They were trying, and failing, to keep their reactions subtle.
"Dude," whispered Lee, elbowing Yoon in the ribs. "Tell me you're seeing this. Look at them. LOOK AT THEM."
Yoon had not only seen it but had also been recording for the past two minutes. His phone, held discreetly at an angle, captured every millisecond of Kwon and y/n's sleepy cuddle-fest. "Oh, I'm seeing it," Yoon muttered, his grin widening with every second. "And it's going straight into the group chat. This is premium content."
"Do you think they kissed?" Park, always the nosy, asked, his eyes glimmering with hope. "Oh my God, what if they kissed in the rain? What if they confessed their love right here, in this cave? What if they--"
"Shut up, Park," Yoon hissed, though he was struggling to keep from laughing.
"Shh!" Lee waved his hand dramatically, tears welling up in his eyes. "No, don't ruin this for me. This is art. This is poetry in motion." He sniffled, clutching his notebook as if it were his lifeline. "Kwon and y/n, destined by fate, brought together by the cruel storm, forced to rely on each other for warmth and survival. Their hearts beating as one, their souls entwined..."
