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Night settled over Seoul like a blanket of quiet glitter, the city glowing beneath the dark sky. From the rooftop, the lights stretched endlessly in every direction, neon signs and distant traffic painting the streets with color.
At the center of the rooftop, a small picnic had been set up.
A dark blanket rested on the concrete, neatly arranged with a basket, glasses, and small plates. A lantern cast a warm golden glow over the space, making the scene feel strangely calm compared to the restless city below.
Standing beside it was Gun.
He looked exactly like he always did, composed and unreadable, dressed in a perfectly fitted black suit. The wind brushed lightly against his coat as he stood with his hands in his pockets, waiting.
The rooftop door opened.
Footsteps echoed softly as Goo stepped outside.
Tonight, she wasn’t dressed in her usual chaotic style. Instead, she wore a long black dress that moved with the wind, elegant and sharp at the same time. The city lights caught in her blonde hair as she walked forward, heels clicking against the rooftop floor.
Her eyes landed on the picnic.
Then she looked at Gun.
Then back at the picnic again.
“You’re joking.”
Gun tilted his head slightly. “I don’t joke, especially when it involves you.”
Goo walked closer, staring at the blanket, the basket, the carefully arranged food.
“A rooftop picnic?” she said slowly. “From you?”
Gun didn’t respond right away. Instead, he reached down beside the basket and picked something up.
When he turned back toward her, he was holding a small bouquet.
Daisies and roses.
Simple flowers, but arranged neatly together.
For a moment, Goo just stared.
Gun stepped closer and held them out to her like it was the most normal thing in the world.
She blinked.
“You’re serious?”
“Yes.”
“You bought me flowers?”
Gun’s expression didn’t change. “Of course, I did, today's a special day.”
Goo slowly took the bouquet from his hand, turning it slightly as she looked at the daisies and roses. The tough, sarcastic smile she usually wore softened just a little.
“These are pretty.” she admitted quietly.
Gun had already turned away, crouching beside the picnic basket. He opened it and pulled out a small container, setting it on the blanket between them.
Inside were chocolate-covered strawberries.
Goo stared again.
“Gun.”
He glanced up at her.
“Yes?”
“You planned all of this?”
“It’s efficient.”
She laughed under her breath, shaking her head as she sat down on the blanket, her black dress folding around her neatly.
“Efficient,” she repeated. “Right.”
Gun sat across from her, still composed, still calm, the lantern light reflecting softly against the lenses of his glasses.
Goo picked up one of the strawberries, examining it before taking a bite.
The chocolate cracked softly.
She chewed, then looked up at him.
“Okay,” she admitted. “These are actually good.”
Gun gave a faint nod.
“I know, your favorite.”
For a moment, the two of them sat there with the quiet city stretching out around them. Wind drifted across the rooftop, carrying distant sounds of Seoul’s nightlife far below.
Goo held the flowers loosely in her lap, looking out at the skyline again.
“You know,” she said after a moment, “this is a pretty ridiculous date.”
Gun leaned back slightly on one hand, his gaze shifting toward the glowing horizon.
“Yet you’re still here.”
She smirked.
“Well,” she replied, lifting another chocolate-covered strawberry, “I can’t waste perfectly good strawberries.”
Gun didn’t respond.
But the corner of his mouth lifted. Above them, the night stretched endlessly over Seoul, the lantern flickering softly between them as the city sparkled below.