Eunwoo gazed at Yuna, who was sprawled out on the couch. She was in deep sleep, yet her face looked restless. She shifted slightly, murmuring incoherent words in her sleep.
Just as he was about to turn and leave—
Bam!
Yuna suddenly lost balance and tumbled off the couch.
Eunwoo immediately crouched down. "Yuna!"
The girl half-opened her eyes, swaying slightly.
"Ah… everything is spinning…" she mumbled.
Eunwoo sighed. "I told you not to drink too much…"
He slowly lifted her into his arms. She was delicate and light.
The couch was no longer safe for her. He had to take her to bed.
Walking carefully, he entered the bedroom and gently laid her down. As he pulled the blanket over her, his eyes caught onto something—
Her hairpins.
Eunwoo leaned in, carefully removing them so she could sleep more comfortably. He turned to place them on the vanity.
At that moment—
His hand accidentally knocked over a small box.
Tap!
The box fell to the floor, its lid popping open.
Eunwoo instinctively bent down. But as soon as he saw what was inside, his eyes widened.
A white feather.
Time stopped.
His gaze locked onto the feather. It was his.
He knew it instantly.
That night, when Yuna had fallen…
He had caught her mid-air, wings outstretched.
That feather—
It was from that moment.
A strange warmth spread through Eunwoo's chest.
Yuna didn't know it was him. She didn't know the angel who saved her was him.
But… she had kept it.
Was she waiting?
Maybe, deep down, she had been hoping to meet that angel again.
A small, involuntary smile formed on Eunwoo's lips. The thought pleased him.
He carefully closed the box and placed it back where it was. Then, his eyes returned to Yuna.
He sat by the bed, watching her in silence.
Even in sleep, she was beautiful.
Her brows were slightly furrowed, lips pursed in an unconscious pout.
Without realizing it, Eunwoo reached out. His fingers lightly brushed against her cheek.
Just as he was about to pull away—
A hand caught his wrist.
Eunwoo's breath hitched.
Yuna's eyes fluttered open, drowsy yet intense. Her voice was soft but deep.
"Don't go…"
Eunwoo froze.
"Yuna, you need to rest," he murmured, trying to gently pull his wrist free.
But Yuna held on tighter.
"Please… don't go."
And suddenly, she pulled him toward her.
Eunwoo wasn't prepared. He lost his balance and fell over her.
Bam!
Eunwoo blinked, now hovering just inches above Yuna.
And at that moment, he realized how little space was left between them.
Yuna's breath quickened.Cheeks flushed.
Eunwoo's hand instinctively moved to her cheek. His thumb brushed the corner of her lips.
"Yuna…"
Yuna's gaze dropped to his lips.
Her heart was pounding.
And just then—
Their lips met.
Time stood still once again.
Soft…
Gentle…
Yet deceptively deep.
Eunwoo should have pulled away. But he didn't.
Because Yuna had wrapped her arms around his neck.
She wasn't letting him go.
Eunwoo hesitated for a second…
Then, he gave in completely.
The kiss was slow but intense.
They could feel each other.
And in that moment, it felt as if time had stopped just for them.