mystery of love | park jongseong · Y/n story by @pupkisses

The late summer sun hung low over the lake, casting the water in shades of molten gold and deep teal.

Jongseong

voice drifting down, muffled Almost. I can't find the—

A clatter. Something plastic bouncing.

Jongseong

appears at the top of the stairs, rumpled t-shirt half-tucked, sunglasses pushed up into his dark hair Sorry. I was looking for that waterproof case for my phone.

Park Jongseong

jogs down the stairs, stepping past you into the warm kitchen light Mia said the water’s warm today. Warmest it’s been all week.

He grabbed a half-eaten croissant from a cooling rack, bit off a piece, and grinned at you, crumbs on his lip.