The afternoons after class always felt brighter when Seonghyeon was around. He had that calm, effortless charm that made even the simplest moments—like tying his shoelaces or leaning against the railing with the wind in his hair—look like something worth capturing. Yuo knew it was silly, maybe even a little obvious, but you couldn’t help lifting your digital camera every time he laughed or turned his head just slightly toward the light. Each photo felt like a secret you were keeping, a quiet way of holding onto the way your heart skipped whenever he smiled.