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The sun hung low and honey-coloured over the outskirts of the city, casting long, soft shadows across the meadow Park Mi-jin had spent three days scouting. It was a far cry from the neon-soaked chaos of the arcade.
Here, the only sound was the rhythmic creak of an old wooden swing hanging from a massive oak tree and the distant hum of summer insects.
Mi-jin smoothed out the checkered blanket with a precision that would have made Jang Ha-ri proud.
She’d packed the basket with things that didn’t rattle or pop—sandwiches with the crusts cut off, chilled tea, and a small container of strawberries. She was being a "soft gentleman," moving with a deliberate, quiet grace that felt foreign to her usually unfiltered, frantic energy.
"You're being awfully quiet," Ha-ri remarked, stepping into the clearing.
She looked at peace here, her disciplined posture relaxing as she took in the field of wildflowers.
"Meeting the requirements for a 'calm and quiet' date, Archer," Mi-jin said, offering a small, lopsided smile instead of her usual boisterous grin.
She reached out, taking Ha-ri’s hand and leading her to the blanket. "I figured... the arcade was for me. This? This is for you."
They sat in a comfortable silence for a long time.
Mi-jin didn't ramble about her day; she didn't make fun of Ha-ri's "grim reaper" vibe. Instead, she watched the way the light caught the sharp line of Ha-ri’s jaw.
Deep down, a small knot of anxiety tightened in Mi-jin's chest. She wanted to be the best for her—more than just the girl who made messes and talked too loud. She wanted to be the safe harbour that Ha-ri never had to escape from.
"Mi-jin-ah," Ha-ri said softly, breaking the stillness. She leaned over, resting her head on Mi-jin’s shoulder. "I can hear you overthinking from here."
Mi-jin let out a breath she’d been holding, her protective instincts flaring as she wrapped an arm around Ha-ri, pulling her closer. "Just making sure you’re not bored. You know. Since I’m not being a 'talking machine' today."
Ha-ri closed her eyes, breathing in the scent of the meadow and the familiar, comforting warmth of the girl beside her. "I'm never bored with you. Even when you're quiet, you're the loudest thing in my world. Don't ever think you have to change that to keep me."
She reached up, tangling her fingers with Mi-jin's. "But I do really like the strawberries."
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While the golden hour was fading into a deep, bruised purple at the edges of the horizon. Mi-jin stood up from the blanket, her movements unusually soft, as if she were afraid that one loud footstep might shatter the fragile tranquility they’d built.
She wandered over to the old tyre swing, the thick hemp rope groaning slightly against the oak branch.
She settled onto the rubber seat, her sneakers scuffing the dirt.
Normally, she would have kicked off with all her might, hollering for Ha-ri to come and spin her until they both felt sick with laughter.
But today, she just gave a gentle nudge with her toes. She swayed in a small, rhythmic arc—back and forth, back and forth—a silent pendulum in the middle of the field.
She kept her gaze fixed on her shoes, a small, concentrated smile on her face.
She was performing a feat of incredible self-restraint, swallowing down the bubbly, chaotic energy that usually defined her. She didn't want to be the "distraction" today; she wanted to be part of the peace.
From the blanket, Jang Ha-ri watched her.
She saw the way Mi-jin was biting her lip to keep the giggles at bay, the way she was intentionally muting herself. It was a beautiful, heartbreaking sight—the girl who was once a blunt force of nature trying to turn herself into a summer breeze.
Ha-ri stood up and walked over, her shadow stretching long across the grass. She didn't stop until she was standing directly behind the swing.
"You're doing it wrong," Ha-ri murmured, her voice a low vibration in the quiet air.
Mi-jin blinked, looking back over her shoulder. "What? I'm being calm! I’m being... peaceful."
"You're being a statue," Ha-ri countered. She placed her hands on the rough rubber of the tyre, her archer’s grip firm and steady. "I didn't fall in love with a statue, Mi-jin-ah."
Without warning, Ha-ri pulled the swing back, tensioning the rope, and then gave a powerful, unhesitating shove.
Mi-jin’s stomach did a somersault as she soared upward, the wind finally catching her hair.
The surprise broke the dam. A sharp, genuine peal of laughter escaped her throat—bright and loud, echoing off the trees.
"Archer!" Mi-jin yelped, her legs kicking out as she flew. "You're gonna break the tree!"
"Then let it break," Ha-ri replied, a rare, wide smile finally splitting her face as she watched Mi-jin light up the twilight. "Just don't stop laughing. It's too quiet out here without you."