━━HE WOULD ASK her tomorrow, on the last day of his challenge. ask her if she wanted to spend more days at the movie theater, or maybe at the park where they could walk around and ask each other how their day went—maybe even hold hands like couples do.

but that was only if she said yes. because it had only been less that 3 weeks. there was no guarantee she liked him as much as he did her, no signs that told him to go for it.

his friends were no help either. they suggested ludicrous ideas he was sure she would hate, because despite the fact it had been a short 3 weeks, she knew her as though they'd met years ago.

and she was simple, easy to please; there was no need for making a fuss. she didn't like that. she liked the quiet, coffee, talking about literature, laughing at beomgyu's jokes, plants—beomgyu knew it all.

he knew she disliked being in photos, but even through that he had sent her one of her with her grandparents because he had encouraged her to save memories.

he knew that the photos on her camera roll consisted mostly of plants and poems, and she had an album of photos of her and beomgyu because he had made it for her and forbid her from deleting it. he knew that she secretly enjoyed his presence, no matter how annoying he could be, because he brought in customers and that meant more pay.

he knew things because he wanted to know more about her; he wanted to know what made her smile, laugh, even cry so he knew what to avoid. and he wanted her to be able to read him like an open book so he wouldn't have to ever say the words his heart felt because they were far too big to put into words, far too real to say aloud.

and more than anything, beomgyu wanted to simply exist with her by his side, nothing more than that.

so, he made up his mind, and the things he couldn't really put into words, but were carved into his heart, was what he would use to ask her to be more than friends.