̶Ming Ji looked at him—really looked—and for a heartbeat, the world fell away.
Then, softly, he whispered: **"Good. Because I don't want you to."**
Jin's breath caught.
Somewhere in the distance, the city stirred—people healing, rebuilding...
But here?
Right now?
It was just them.
And Jin didn't want it any other way.
**"Hey..."** Jin murmured, taking a step closer. "... Can I ask you something?"
Ming Ji's eyes softened. **"Anything."**
*"That moment back there..."** Jin began, voice barely above a whisper. **"... when we almost fell..."**
He swallowed, fingers twitching at his side.
**"Did you... actually want to kiss me?"**
Ming Ji didn't answer right away.
Instead, he stepped forward—closing the space between them again—until their breaths mingled in the quiet air.
Then, so softly it was almost a secret:
**"Ask me again tomorrow."**
Jin blinked. "What? Why not now?"
A small, knowing smile curled Ming Ji's lips.
