1902, Bedroom – 7:12 AM
Soft sunlight filtered through the white curtains.
Wrapped in the ivory bedding, the two lay close, limbs still entwined.
Half-awake, Celeste slowly opened her eyes, feeling Jinwoo's arm draped over her forehead.
He had held her like that all night, and the warmth still lingered beneath her skin.
As she turned her head, his eyes fluttered open too.
They stared at each other in silence, their gazes holding still like the quiet before breath.
"…You're awake?"
she whispered.
"Yeah,"
he murmured, voice low and rough.
"Wanted to sleep a little more, but… you were sleeping too beautifully."
"We literally woke up at the same time…"
"Nope. I had my eyes closed, watching you sleep all night."
She let out a soft laugh and gently pushed his forehead with her palm.
Jinwoo nuzzled into her hand with playful affection, then leaned forward to kiss her forehead.
She tucked her face against his shoulder.
His scent, his warmth, the breath that had lingered between them all night—it was all still there.
After a long, quiet moment, Celeste murmured,
"…So I'm really locked into this rotation,"
Jinwoo didn't answer right away.
Instead, he took her hand, running his thumb slowly across the back of it.
"This whole week… waking up with you every morning, going to sleep by your side—I loved every second of it. When it's my turn again… I'm clearing my entire schedule. Just to wait for you."
He paused, hesitating.
"There's one more thing I want… before I send you off."
"Mm?"
Under the covers, Jinwoo gently laced his fingers with hers.
A boyish smile crept onto his lips.
"A movie, a quiet walk—like we're no one special."
She didn't say a word, but nodded quietly.
Their hands, still joined beneath the blanket, felt like the softest kind of promise.
Sunday Afternoon – Movie Theater
Wearing black caps and masks pulled low, Jinwoo and Celeste stood in front of the box office, checking their booking.
"You picked this without even knowing the title, didn't you?"
Jinwoo said, glancing at the ticket.
"Yup."
"Not even the genre?"
"Nope."
"…So what made you pick it?"
Celeste leaned her head against his shoulder, her voice gentle.
"I picked the one with the longest runtime. Just so I could stay with you a little longer."
Jinwoo went silent, then gave her a quiet smile beneath his mask.
Inside the Theater
They sat in a two-seater sofa.
The screen still played trailers as Jinwoo reached for a handful of popcorn.
"Huh… not many people here."
"Well, who'd come watch something like this on a Sunday afternoon?We're the only weirdos showing up just to hold hands for three hours."
Jinwoo chuckled and leaned a little closer.
"You've gotten good at saying sweet things lately."
"Must've picked it up from you."
The lights began to dim, and the screen faded to black.
Celeste quietly reached for his hand.
Jinwoo didn't say a word.
He simply placed his hand over hers, gently rubbing his thumb along her knuckles.
There were no grand gestures, no dramatic words.
Just that one small touch, and everything was understood.
Two and a half hours later
Leaning against his shoulder, Celeste whispered,
"Remind me never to book a movie this long again."
Jinwoo let out a small laugh.
"But it wasn't that bad… right?"
"…It was okay. I dozed off a little."
"Same. But it was still good."
And just like that—in the hush of a dark theater, the two spent the afternoon quietly together.
Not through words, but through hands held, warmth shared, and the closeness that said everything they needed.
And for them, that was more than enough.